Enjambment, A Backporch Poem

Leaves applauding in a breeze
Echo the sea and I see evening
Sun infuse our wood with
Early summer light.
Soon it will be night --brings
Stars, sound and memories
Under raucous trees --can
Remember the breaking
Granite bones of earth, and
New oceans and flowing,
Floating, growing where nothing
Stood before in our wood. 

Now Is Simply

[Normavideo: Poppy shifting in breeze]
https://youtu.be/U6QMEW67EPQ

Now is simply not
Big enough for everything
To happen in.
Wind begins and ends
Elsewhere and extends
Elsewhen with flowers
In its future --flowers
Where it has been.  

Quantum Gardening

Rain on a canna lily leaf
Finds a world curved
Into everything, time,
Mind, events that
Serve life, make it full.
The world is not flat.
Tree trimming or
Tending irrigation in
A boggy hole, up, down,
The compass points are
Always with you.
You can't go in one
Direction without
The others too.

She Is Right

She says,
"Families are grown
like gardens."
She is right.
One seeks siblings
Scattered across
Divides -- time,
Land and sea--
Life in possibility,
What seeds are.
This garden
Grows around a star.
I am more in light,
Real in a way
I had not
Been before.
She is right.