I just had another session
in my garden of possibilities,
taking care of problems,
plucking out all the weeds;
but what would my garden ever be
if all I did was remove and weed? -
a barren plot must cry for seed,
a need I must supply.
I'll sow with love and plant with care
and time will fertilize,
until the day when the weeds that are there
no longer have room to rise.
