#NPM22 – The Intimacy of Being in a Garden

Intimacy of Being in a Garden

I dare you to stand in a garden and feel

life thriving
seeds vibrating
roots singing
earth imploring the light into darkness
the beautiful darkness at death’s door opening

it doesn’t matter what the garden grows – it grows
blood soaked, tear stained, grief battered
beautiful

I dare you to stand in a garden and feel
death’s deliverance the freedom of returning
to energy the soul’s soul rejuvenating on the
slippery back of a fat worm, smiling

you will weep, surely
I will too
and we will hold hands
lock eyes make promises on winds that blow
across the world to different gardens

to others, standing naked, toes digging in
planting