Poems From the Garden
flat word etchings lovingly inscribed
mind ramblings momentarily held
and raised to the light
the light being sunlight
in sun-baked garden workdays
or inner-light stirrings that are in me
I can see more clearly now
yet not clear enough
these words are not enough
it is more than this moment
is more than the sky,
blue and still
more than the outline of the fir trees
black against the sky
etched black
is more than the day
more than the sun
more than this feeling of bliss
more than this poem's record
more than the thing
much more than the idea
even more than the sum of its parts
these poems are a part of me
sunbaked serene
part of the sky
blue and still
the sum of the moment
golden elusive
the idea developing
growing and changing
these are the poems from the garden