I will catch my tears and
make them flowers
all over my garden
in every spot of soil
in every place
where I can …
pull and yank away the
weeds, dead and living,
rooted and surface shallow…
cut away the wasted pieces
drop into the withering spaces
find the life deeper in and with
my own brown hands
turn it,
prepare,
and
soothe it.
I will sprinkle my clear tears
on seeds and transplants and bulbs
and see my garden
push up
and break-through with
colors and scents
to nourish nature’s creatures
come next fertile spring.