On Gardening
On Gardening
An Apology, for E.S.
Maybe, everything would be different
had I planted the roses in spring
instead of fall. I never learned how
to garden, how to tend to flowers.
Inevitably, when they don’t bloom,
I cry - I beg them to bloom. On my hands
and knees, praying to God to give me a sign.
Patience is key.
I should've remembered that.
Do you think about how everything played out too?
Sitting under the moon, smoking weed,
legs pressed against your chest, softly exhaling
into the night? I do. And maybe it’s just me, but
I think it’s good that I stopped gardening.