My Garden

My garden is bare

Nothing but grass and
cheeky weeds
flourishing at one end

My garden is bare
I have no energy to plant
again, again and again
only feeding the desert sun
silent work of evaporation 

There are no grapes
no wine, no press
bare earth patches
soak up morning heat rays

My garden is bare
I struggle to pick up a pen
academic scratchings for
rare evidence based seeds
flowers appear with
spectacular short blooms
then shrivel on stems
adding to mulch

My garden is bare
resisting ideals of home spaces
paths or shades
maintenance is simple
barely withstraining rewilding
Of this patch of land on loan.

A response to Terry Elliott

https://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2022/03/08/jumping-to-conclusions/