
i am out of my element this abundance of soppy green perplexes the rhythms are all wrong me with my down beat shovel when the local conductor still has the baton raised my biological clock reads time for peas and is confounded by snow yet the grass is leaping in the perennial bed where it has no business being in former days when my skies were blue and rain came in prescribed packaging one planted a garden and didn’t expect it to wander things stayed where you put them but i am learning the ways of water hard going for a desert rat child of wind and rock and starlight but this shambling verdure will have its way and i’ll just make the best of it
©Elizabeth Anker 2022
