Watering the garden on a sunny day

I know I used to stand back in the sun with the 

Leaky hose dribbling water down my sleeves and inside my shoes 

Sending an arc of instant rain down on 180 square feet 

Of tangly underkempt green and flower and berry 

Next to me was always a container of bright little take homes

Each the shape and size of a hole

In my sense of things 

Dirty dirty nails and rushing around

I need so much listening from others it can be embarrassing

I get some of it from Sue who told me to think about

The imperative to know when the time has come 

To let a thing go 

Leave behind raspberries and dahlias

And the place where little kid hands on radishes

Counting eggplants for wizard kitchens

Yanking up and stepping on

Today I walked right past a garden that I spent years building

Tending really feeding really really growing and trying and slipping

And I didn’t even think to look at it

Head down in the rain like I didn’t even know it was there