Under the new garden
A rain falls:
And the thoughts like birth,
Drops of life on life,
The cycle and it's seasons.
And repetition is insanity,
The rain does not stop
And a flood of thoughts drown
The hope of seedlings.
Hands still fresh of earth,
The lukewarm feeling of singular
Gratitude for such a small thing,
And a rain from God;
Why drown something so
Wonderful that fills me?
I do not understand,
Today was a good day,
Nostalgic and scattered
Anguished at the sky,
The rain stops cold,
A realisation forms;
It is the action that is
Pleasurable, the moment
One takes to toil in the earth,
The rest, like the seeds,
Like God,
Like the rain
Is all just part of the garden.