all my verse is about gardening
these days, the rains that feed,
the weeds that choke (which is
their right to do), the late frost
that kills the tender shoots from seeds
I planted too early.
my sunflowers are quite the ladies,
bashful, tender, as they approach
their flowering stage, the carrots
need more thinning, their tops
the brightest green, and the turnip
leaves too tough to eat.
but one of the weeds has edible
leaves – I’ll think I’ll let it grow.
gardening has given me
a different relationship
with the environment
than what I had before –
I fret a bit when it’s been dry –
and I worry when it rains
too long or too hard
or too frequently –
weeds are so much more adaptable –
and I have seeds in the ground,
and skin in the game.