The Garden

I will not get the words quite right.

And yet.

Away from the world, we,

and yet, always in the world.

Should you be sitting here with me?

Should you be sitting here with me….

This green world infused so.

Life, lives, living.

Should I say I love you?

Should I say I love you….

As the word is not the thing,

how then to say the thing.

Is our being here, our beings here,

afloat within this time and space—enough?

My curse,

the word ineffable that I cling to as true above all others.

Should we sit in a silence….

If shared, how so?

I want to reach over and take your hands in mine.

Gentle hands.

Gentle hearts.

What I have spoken.

Look—

the Kerria blossoms reaching for the Heavenly bamboo.

Lyman 2021