Bloom in the Dark: Poems from Valleys and Corners

The Garden

I didn't know how it would feel, 

The sweet dirt between my hands

Falling soft and kind and patient. 

Worms, with their perseverance and strength, 

Are surely the wisest companions. 

They need a partner, but are not too picky. 

And while I tend the garden 

With impatient hands and eyes

Maybe I should listen to their calm furrowing

And find more reasons to cultivate love

Instead of closing the gate on you. 

Come into the garden. 

Please. 

The worms and I can't do it alone. 

The worms and I need you.