There's something about
caring for a garden,
the effort to plant, water and
bear witness to the way it grows
At some point you get beyond
the how-to of gardening -
not that you know everything
there is to know
But you begin to understand your relationship
to the garden and what it is
you're really doing here.
Sharing the space with creatures
who come to feed, to rest, to find shelter,
or are simply curious about who you are
and what you're doing
There's a neighborhood cat
who has claimed some space and
chosen a clump of blue grass for his litter box
Remember the late summer
Monarch butterfly who perished
caught in a spider web
And left you wondering
how many other life and death events
are happening here.
You think you come here to work,
sometimes to rest,
always to shift from the busyness
of your mind's life
You find yourself tending your garden
while tending your mind.
The latter, always and forever,
being the far bigger project.
