Toiling quietly in our small garden is akin to my worshipping at a shine, albeit a wild, unkempt one. Reflections, not necessarily epiphanies, come fast and hard; thoughts of life lived fully and joyfully, and letting go of the sadness of loss.
Sitting recently in the mountains with two friends over their shlepped homemade brew, we discussed life and death, god and religion, nature and science, the role of luck. These musings are as varied (and often as interesting) as there are souls on this Earth.
We come to the age-old questions with heavy baggage, many assumptions passed down through time. Deciding where to plant the cucumbers, spreading the compost, and tending to the bees allows me the opportunity to question long-held beliefs; to understand nature’s divinity more clearly.
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Tucking away the grayness
of Sunday’s paper,
instead
tucking into
a world that exists
in a small corner
of a smaller garden.
Fruit and flowers
radiate
botanical eroticism
vibrating
lush
early summer
abundance,
spewing seed,
a middle aged man in crisis.
Berries, borage
thyme, fennel
lettuce, sage
chamomile, calendula
left to run wild,
candy for bees.
Thin tangly vines
the arms of
Joan Didion
pop with neon blooms
catching eyes
stealing breaths
lacing salads,
the foraging hands
buzzed by busy
hummingbirds, honeybees
their tiny bodies
the genius of adaptation
instinctively
beckoned
deep into the cup
of color.
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