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