garden metaphor exhausted

5 May

I’m letting the root rot open to the air.

holding the shovel at bay,

not ready (yet) for the tender hug

of mulch.

Dirt under the fingernails for days.

The smallest of shifts felt

while I trace a line

between self-indulgence, fertilizer,

and truthful, detached seeing-

walking the rows at sunrise.


The birds’ songs and chirps

an invitation to now

to breath

to exposure of even the slightest

inkling of maladjustment,

browning leaves

wilting old growth –


even so

on her way out).

Meeting needs

as they arise

in the garden outside

and the garden within

is enough.

The world is allowed to die back,

so paradise (undergrowth) can be exposed.



7 Responses to “garden metaphor exhausted”

  1. Just Joan May 5, 2020 at 3:30 pm #

    The tomato plants and I are both in a holding pattern, indoors until it’s safe to come out. Me with my books and WP, they in a window of the sun room. I’m not overly ambitious. “Meeting needs / as they arise / in the garden outside / and the garden within / is enough.” Those lines spoke to me, assuaged my lazy guilt. Thank you, Marga T. 🙂

    • marga t. May 10, 2020 at 12:37 pm #

      Love BEing with you here,JJ, beyond any notion of laze or guilt – inside and out, as the conditions indicate. Hope spring is peeking at you, around the corner! x! m

  2. Alison and Don May 7, 2020 at 6:27 pm #

    Beautiful Marga. The last sentence says it all.

    • marga t. May 10, 2020 at 12:39 pm #

      Allison and Don,
      Hope the dying back and growing up new are unfolding well in your corner of the world. Think of you often, as my far-flung tribe, close and far at once. xx! m

      • Alison and Don May 10, 2020 at 4:04 pm #

        All is well in our corner. Chuckle, I learn first hand I can’t control people ROFL. Life sends joys and lessons and joyous lessons. The inner world slowly dies, and blooms. Both at the same time.
        Yes – close and far at once. xox

  3. Miguel Clark Mallet May 25, 2020 at 1:17 pm #

    The darkness of that soil, where death comes to life again and again, so rich. I think you understand seasons so well.

    • marga t. June 12, 2020 at 12:45 pm #

      the raininess has me chasing powdery mildew. guess who is winning…hope you are well my friend.

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