It had been long since/
I’d toiled in her garden, yet/
I felt I still should.
OR
It had been long since/
I’d toiled in her garden. Still,/
I felt comfort there.
I don’t need to get/
an answer. I just need to/
know that she heard me.
Heaven’s admission/
price is obedience. We/
don’t have to “get it”.
As sun’s light leaves the/
evening sky, light banter turns/
to introspection.
She was once intense/
in chasing me. Should I be/
that way t’wards her now?
I used to be me/
for me. Now I’m me so more/
people can be them.
We waste our efforts
dreaming of creating, when/
we could be doing!
She sits with her cats,
and books she should have read;
Dreams of Wonderland
and stares vacantly ahead.
As the felines stretch and purr,
and the sun brightly shines,
she hears lawnmowers whirr
and the 2-cycles whine.
Yet she, with so much to do,
moves to her chair from her bed,
stores the words she’s thought through,
and turns on Netflix instead.
For $7.99 she vacates her head,
and buries her mind in The Walking Dead.