~New Garden~for Tom

Pages of books Make way For better days Though torn and frayed I wonder If we’re Going anywhere This life Isn’t tangible It really isn’t Here’s to The moment Drink it in Like fine wine The moment When I built A new garden As the shadows grew long To mark The passing time Stones in the path Like secrets Wind around Mismatched grasses Contained Yet wild The two purples Of the Japanese iris Petals like beautiful, Crumbled paper An open shell statue That water passes through Misbehaving in The mid morning sun I don’t sleep well lately Days and nights Blend together In a kaleidoscope fog I would be doing better If there was a break in between There’s are no highs Without lows Isn’t that A gas? Sarah Mahina Calvello