Tuesday, September 1, 2015

IN THE GARDEN


IN THE GARDEN...

... it comes to me
there is nothing 
left, nothing
left to do, 
nothing left
to say, nothing 
left to believe,
nothing left 
to be. You might
think this despair, 
but no, it is more
like liberation; 
you might think
this the end; it is 
in reality
the beginning.

1 comment:

kfsartist said...

This one has a step-stone rhythm and reads so many ways. Lovely