In a Garden

The plough, my hands

melded, as one

inseparable, we went to work under the sun

in the garden,

all I knew,

all I hoped for

flowers

these were the things

that built my

towers

build them high

so others can see

build them wide

so others would agree

you are the best

unquestionable

profitable

but it became

unmanageable

I took my first step

When I fell to my knees

11 steps to go

and you'll cure all of my disease

Virgin pure but now

questionable, unprofitable

will I ever be salvageable?

I was made for something more

a greater kiss

these petals were given

not to adorn the walls

of my objective

but to cover the casket

of my shadow

self

for the land

must lie

fallow

I separate hand and plough

I heed the voice whispering

the directive

the invitation

a corrective

He says to me,

lay down your tools

you've been faithful

not one act was wasteful

but come now to the table

I've missed our walks

the talks

Remember

the wild where

you got your seeds

the seeds you eventually planted

Its in Sabbath

the dreams I granted

time to become pregnant

again

for what needs to birthed

in and through you

can not

and

will not

be of men.