Late Garden
Wading barefoot into weeds years grown
Bending with strong hands, aching in anger
Pulling and throwing far all the bad things
Remembering the abandonment of so many
decades
Hearing loud echoes of silent years past
Started at dusk
and now it was night
Darkness so thick,
difficult to see
Waited too late
to begin this task
Must continue
to the finish
Moving blindly, but with purpose
Stepping more surely in the dark
Dripping from rain falling like sorrow
Feeling the kindness of the earth
Smelling the life springing from its substance
Leaned against
the old brick wall
Heated from sunlight
of hours before
Standing behind
me so close and warm
Closed my eyes
and thought of this strange life
Pushing onwards with the task
Feeling the agony of deliverance
Bringing together this body and soul
Sensing the end before it came
Smiling with knowing, my task was done
