long days in a walled garden
the sun leaves behind its shadows
and the wind begins to warm
unexpected and so soon
spring is rising
where human hands
only touch a span beneath
surfaces of grass returning
we were told to be alone
and wait for change to come
to set aside our restless going
our endless moving into tomorrow
the heart has gone out of us
our windows closed on air
we are too afraid to breathe
because it was breath before
then the green shoots appear
to speak with hesitant unison
they tell us that the air outside
without us can be fresh at last
if only we would let it be
© BH, 2020
One for Earth Day. Quick and last-minute, because that’s the way with us humans. Still I’m in lockdown and its the computer or the garden. A little of each.
The world keeps on turning. Despite us. Without us lifting a finger. Lesson there to be learned.
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