IN THE GARDEN WE WAIT

In the garden, we seek refuge.

as we wait for the spirit to fly again, we ponder the lifetimes & galaxies that await.

it is safe here, the distant sound of birds screeching across the night sky, we wander is it here , now or from a time before.

in the garden, we feel safe, as we await accents of foreign lands, places, spaces.

it is here we have arrived, for now.

DON BARRETT