Kneeling in the dirt, digging the holes,

planting the seeds, covering them over,

it was a process dreamed about when

ordering from the catalogue in the winter,

planning for months the position of the

plants, the color combinations, the heights

of each, once they grew, lugging the big 

stones surrounding, making an oasis for 

their growth

 

It combined all the painterly skills

of composition, color, texture, line

in real time— art in motion, art off the page,

something to look forward to that is growth,

looming large right outside the window

in a garden of ambitions and yearnings,

whatever chaos lurks elsewhere