GARDEN

Overgrown now,

Paradise has the look of ordered action

Becoming stilled

The words of the world – of people –

can describe

Action that has become stilled,

But there is a more pressing desire

For the garden

to return to its natural state.

 

i want a simple life

when my

garden has found its way to ruin.

i  want to live always in the late afternoon

in the spring or fall –

to hear church  bells ring for the last time of day.

to watch the shadows grow longer, 

then disappear, yielding themselves

to darkness.

 

 

                                                            (c) jim hill (5-09-03)