after decades of breakdown exist beside ancestral trees and flower gardens visited by honey bees and dozens of species of birds, land animals and golden fish swimming happily in lakes and rushing rivers of light feeding my nature with intelligence and the wisdom of sharing.
I reach with tenderness
and touch the weeds with caution, learning the hard way about soil erosion, land slides and root structures keeping up the beach against the tide’s allegiance to moon cycles and nothing else, except maybe prayer and the nature of miracles, in which case, I’ll leave the weeds alone.