Four Gardens


Everything’s velvety dark and
warm furry and fuzzy in its

particulars each new vista or room full of
people or not empty or crowded with a

large polished grand piano silent in the
middle and four huge windows on the

four walls looking out into gardens each
one of which is different

One Oriental with a humped bridge over
purply lotus pools

One thickly brushy and undergrowthy
with toucans clacking huge
bills full of red berries

One plain and cactusy all silvery and
cobalt and turquoisey bluish

And one exclusively roses of all
shades hues and shapes exploding
riotous color

And at the sight of each garden someone
plays a sonata mazurka or waltz on the piano

and the plants come alive and showers
arrive from both above and below to

irrigate our hearts so in need of
God’s waters

2/29/08 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak)

Categories: Poems, Visionary Nature