Fretful Gardener, My Love
When did you decide to become an old man?
Doubled down in your fear
Shielding yourself from the answers
To questions you have forgotten you asked
My love, I want to shake you awake
Breathe life into your eyes
How you used to tremble with your visions
And we were giddy in the whirlwind, you and I
For I said yes when you extended your hand
Now I carry you close to my core, my sweet boy
Feeling the flutter of your pulsing heart
Reassured by the solidity of your body
How where you end and I begin merges into hush
How shadows bloom to green when we are together
Sturdy vines and musky flowers winding and rooting
You, the fretful gardener
Poking, prodding, pruning
And me, bursting through each pot
Luminous growth tips reaching for more
You never fail to find a new way to contain
To hold, not ensnare
Grip steady delicate, so you
Even when my thorns prick
Embrace the Paradox 