Sunlit Garden

Wetness and breath

The intimate gasp from out of silence

Waking for the first time

Watery intercourse of inhalations

The blades of grass that line the lungs

Sway in a winter’s mist of exclamation.

The garden speaks.

In an aria, carried on the fluttering of wings,

Notions that unfurl as a fern leaf in comprehension, of insemination, viridty,

And mitosis.

Wreathed upon the tiled floor a stranglehold of gourd flowers,

Opening at the filtered light of dawn

Into stark and variegated colours

Gaping baby birds’ mouths, eager to eat,

The cold blooded intercourse of breathing

That greenery partakes in, shared and symbiotic with all life.

The sunflower amidst his flock reaches for the sun

Having burrowed out of the rich and comforting loam

From a seed spat from death,

The collapse of his forebears from towering heights

Led to his own ephemeral climb,

And sunlit, satisfied demise.