Poem: Community Garden

This poem was written on the 14th June, 2021.

Community Garden:

Weighed down by all of the wounds of

what we had said and what we did not

say, I dragged my body between the

water butts and the rows of vegetables,

wondering how I would keep moving

through the next few days. I looked at

the flowers growing from the soil where

I planted them with my own bare hands,

and thought, If I have done nothing else

with all my life, today I have helped some-

thing grow. And doesn’t that make all of

it worth living?