—first line is the last line of Metazoa: Animal Life and the Birth of the Mind by Peter Godfrey-Smith
We enter a garden
on an official garden tour
with the intent to steal ideas
a sculpture garden: art at every turn
with the added bonus of photo ops
a garden for the blind
to refine our sense of smell
an herb garden
to connect with ancient wisdom
a hospital garden to escape
or entertain obsessive thoughts
a vegetable garden
to snitch or harvest
in the bamboo garden
where the wind rustles
learn to control your destructive impulses
in the raked sand and boulder Zen garden
become even more self-controlled
in the succulent garden
but be reminded that
we are not alone
in the community garden
and trust that our lives
fertilize the walled-off
secret gardens of our minds.
I love this poem, Sheila! All the varied types of gardens and some of the gifts each offer us if we visit. Your ending lines:
and trust that our lives
fertilize the walled-off
secret gardens of our minds
are so poignant. Thanks so much for the poem! jey
I’m so happy that you were moved by my poem! Thank you for letting me know.
This is amazing and moving and surprising and I loved the description of some of the gardens, and the way they raised larger questions.