Garden Poem: Pontification and Pollination

Waking up today isn’t like it used to be

And I don’t mean yesterday

Or even last year

Waking up and walking to my garden

I count the open blossoms

Their fragile petals spread wide like legs

Asking for pollination

Penetration

Reproduction

Life seeks to reproduce itself

And Humanity seeks to extinguish itself

What flowers we grow

In envy

Their quiet servitude of beauty 

Cooler air in early mornings

The heat creeping in on edges 

Already crisping

Soil damp from my tears the night before

Evaporating like decency

Desiccated like democracy

Bees and hummingbirds

Elusive like empathy

Cruciferous like compassion

Gourds of guts piled like jackolantern puke

The blossoms and their open legs beckon

Dive in and forget 

Being human is the link between the flowers

And the soil

From life to death

And back around again

How does my garden grow.