Vision

a poem

I’ve been planting a garden

the kind

to make Eve jealous

the kind that makese

Persephone sing

songs of sorrow

from beneath the

seeds. I’ve planted

one by one

into the soils of my

heart, chest

blooming with

Veridian & Gold

with toad lilies,

chrysanthemums,

corn, a tomato plant, a fig tree

a home

They sprout,

climbing, reaching

for the dying sun.

Rain season comes

prayers answered

at the altar of

Mother-all, moon, & love

I will

reap what I’ve

sown, bask

in the bounty

I’ve nourished with

blood, tears, and bone

Break bread after

harvest, in the

garden, we are

never alone,

merely waiting as

we grow and grow

taking back earth

until everything and

everywhere is

green, lush—

as sweet as

honeycomb.