play (in the garden)

DA
Damyata

~

thank heaven
for
the sky

thank goodness
for the green
that is
the garden

give thanks –
I
give thanks –
for the happy buzz
of flies
of bees

the sticky webs
of spiders
who wait
so quietly
in foliage

waiting
for their time

a white butterfly
is visiting
by flits
among the vegetables
already left
too long

celery flowers

carrots
gone to seed

it is
a little bit
unruly

there are alliums
sprawling
everywhere

I keep meaning
to attend it

create
some order
but . . .

I get distracted
by a hover fly

I am taken
by
the eyes

and wings upon
a honey bee

I try to be
a gardener
but my efforts
fly
unfurled

like the come
and go
of zucchini flower

vivid
and gone
within a day

the golden
husks
of artichoke
that serves
as anchors
now
for a weaver

who catches
bees
each day

wrapped
in silk

they are gone
before tomorrow
comes

and I dance
around
each day

I am not
a gardener
at all

no no
I merely
admire
enjoy
soak it all
inside myself

it has become
a kind
of play

~

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