My garden, browned and bereft
brought no life to its dying sight
no hummingbirds hummed
no bluejays nor sparrows
nor woodpeckers cavorted
no bulbuls sang their songs
and I sat in the garden
waiting for my end in
it’s dying light.
Numbed in body
awakened in mind
ran the movies of
everything
I think I thought
had happened.
The grouse has come today
to take my grouse away
so I may know the day
when joy enters
to green my broken garden
and my shattered heart.
