Garden

my dreams, neatly packed in green paper bags

with pictures of high-resolution colour vegetables

healthy and fertile

little promises for when there is time

my quiet extremely busy life

my mind when it becomes alive

my tears of ecstasy

so grateful so happy so alone

my obsessive secretive desire

in this overcompartmentalized body

I embrace you you are mine

I will be gentle I will give in

I will plant things out but not too many

I will stop for a break to eat to die to listen

I will gently support you like a sunflower stem

I will water you I am watery

sap rising till it flows through me

so wet and moist and alive

I am high at the prime but I will appreciate

every step of growing

notice the little changes

surrender to the seasons

observe nothing stays the same

this body can flower and wither and bloom

I can tend to it make the circumstances favourable

look at the garden that surrounds me

I can almost fit in