Sunday, February 02, 2014

In the Garden of My Heart

—Alice Walker

My desire

is always the same; wherever Life

deposits me:

I want to stick my toe

& soon my whole body

into the water.

I want to shake out a fat broom

& sweep dried leaves

bruised blossoms

dead insects

& dust.

I want to grow


It seems impossible that desire

can sometimes transform into devotion; 

but this has happened.

And that is how I've survived:

how the hole

I carefully tended

in the garden of my heart

grew a heart

to fill it.