Thoughtful Gardener
I am not your gardener,
responsible for tending
your boundaries.
I have my own garden
to cultivate and protect. Respecting her seasons.
Tending her growth.
The wind
indiscriminately carries seeds
over my garden wall.
Some blossom beautifully,
unexpectedly adding an element
that until that very moment
I didn’t realize
was missing.
Elegantly shifting
the landscape.
Other seeds
are a Trojan attack.
Sprouting invasive weeds.
The longer I take to act
the farther its poisoned
roots reach.
Swiftly destroying
what’s taken years
to cultivate.
If carelessly removed,
it’s toxic seeds spread.
Multiplying forces
to claim my garden
for its own.
I have my own garden
to cultivate and protect.
Carefully choosing
what to nurture
and what to remove.
To keep it healthy.
To keep it mine.
Tilling rich soil
eagerly waiting
for the variable winds
to plant seeds of delight.
I have my own garden
to cultivate and protect.
Thoughtfully tending her.
Attuning to her changes.
Honoring what she needs
to thrive.
