Oct 2020
I want an 'almost' garden
That's amongst done
Turned over soil
Staring into the sun
Unfinished fences
Half weeded walls
Root filled corners
Plants too tall
Half finished benches
Flowers still in pots
Overgrown grass
Trees covered in moss
Almost gardens take your stand
Stay unfinished from human hand
Let your presence be unhinged
Free us from our neatness binge
That's amongst done
Turned over soil
Staring into the sun
Unfinished fences
Half weeded walls
Root filled corners
Plants too tall
Half finished benches
Flowers still in pots
Overgrown grass
Trees covered in moss
Almost gardens take your stand
Stay unfinished from human hand
Let your presence be unhinged
Free us from our neatness binge
Today I cleared a weeded area in the garden and plonked a bench on the bare soil. Why continue I thought? Why do we focus on perfection always? Can we have an 'almost garden'?
