it’s like

when you first learn

to ride a bike

at first, it feels scary, the wobble beneath you

you’re afraid

to pull your legs up,

afraid to trust

your balance

and when you finally get the courage up

to put your feet on those pedals

move forward

everything becomes an obstacle

panic becomes your world

every pebble, weed patch

spells ruin


you ride

and one day,

you realize you are coasting

you throw your hands to the sky and

Lean Back.


i hope

the garden fairy,

who keeps watch, steadfast

over her subjects of great wisdom-

the cauliflower,

her subjects of relentless passion-

the cucumber,

her peasants-

broccoli and zucchini,

is unearthed

in 150 years

her ivory body

covered in dirt

she will be missing the butterfly that

graced her arm

her peachy lips now alabaster-

her watch is over.

A different seed is sown.