green garden for a desert rat

 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