It was a place to visibly brim
and gasp with life, first step within,
Where you could stand in petrichor, still,
Sharing, with lungs of soil and chlorophyll
The lush soulful dreams of an emerald
And a wispy blush and heart of gold
Swished between pots on sun-bleached sandals
More overflowing care than human frame should handle
She paused, tipping a clay jar daintily
Over silken raiment - a slumbering tiger lily
So bathed in her will to thrive, in fluid grace
As though cascaded, full-formed just now from that vase
Pollen-tasseled leggings glimpsed amid dancer’s skirts
What bee could stay aloof from her joys, her hurts?
Oh to land amongst those petals, trace those roots
And bathe ourselves together in the fount of youth
