I’m viewing the garden
from a new angle this year,
almost tenderly, a peacemaker,
acquiescing, owning mistakes
in this ecosystem.
Zinnias hunger for sun, so this
is my to-do list, my inventory
of how to love the world.
From a window above I spy
how high the tomatoes stretch
themselves. Again I’ve left them
so little space to breathe!
Lima beans need their very own
row, a lineup, and I hear Yeats’
nine bean rows will I have there…
(That’s a lot of beans for someone
solitary in that bee-loud glade!)
Just one bean plant has me
awonder, all that abundance,
almost too much to envision,
but I do, I see it now, sketched
in my head, one faithful beanstalk
reaching skyward in all its promise.
Written beside “This Year Peonies” by Marjorie Moorhead
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