Poem

In the Garden

In the garden of my heart
I care for all the flowers
I tend evenly.
Grace of sun
and rain feeds the tulip
seed in the same way as
the lady slipper, lily,
yellow rose. Most
flourish in my coarse hands
but one grows
toward me not
the sun inexplicably.
In the garden
of my heart insects
pollinate iris and
orchid equally.
Color, pattern, taste,
scent, shape attract me
to each plant,
yet one pleases
me more favorably.
Daisy petals in
my hand fly away
with the wind
but one flower clings
to me in the garden
of my heart.
In the garden of my heart
one flower grows
into the filament.