.
I twine my fingers
amongst green leaves
feel the pea tendrils
tug at my arm
.
my fingers sink
into soft soil
as I thin the kale
and ease out weeds
.
strawberries watch me
fat but still pale
bobbing on their stems
as garlic scapes curl
.
the busy silence
slows my pulse
and brings me gently
down to earth
.
in my mind I shrink
Alice-like
and walk the rows
feeling cool rain
on my face
seeing tender leaves
bend overhead
.
I am immersed in green
watching the chlorophyll
brighten like starburst
hearing bees
bumble about the flowers
.
I soak up the lushness
of this garden life
and drink in the
newly minted air
.
reluctant to resume actual size
I feel so at home
in this garden life
and wonder what fruit I would produce
were I to stay and
lay my roots down here
.
By Carys Owen
