You say it’s a whisper of garden
compared to the old one you loved
an angle of juiced lawn frowning
as you announce it too small
mere echo of what was
like your body these days, you say
eyes deep
in the shallows and hedges
I climb into your landscapes
catch zinnia whirring planets
red asteroids of peony lifting heads
delicate moons dripping leaves golden
grass a soft whisper, hold on
to hills and valleys
watch, as they fill again
as sunshine follows rain