April 12th poem

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Cultivate Your Garden 

Skulking about outside churches
pointing out irises to my son-- See?--
I imagine burrowing down and being in place,
moving soil around, saving annuals
over winter.  Friends say it's a weed
if it isn't where you want it. The question
is how to allow flourishing. Or rather,
the extent to which we exert will
versus a graceful abiding.

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