Garden Inside

Carefully craft it each day, with the patience of a construction worker for the 

bridge between Earth and Mars. 

Make it piece by piece, with pinpoint eyes and the meticulousness of a surgeon 

knitting axons together

within a synapse-length of each other

till a man on the edge of 

death becomes a newborn baby.

And others will see the beauty of the compounded days and hours.

They will look on just the outside, and it will be a warm lamp-lit

pane to a home 

with fresh rolls, buttered, honeyed and warm

on a table stretching beyond the farthest hill, 

a place with your name engraved

and this is just the start of real satisfaction. 

It is for everyone, 

and I have not made it happen,

but I am glad to say you are welcome here, 

and please come near 

and nearer still,

I’ll hear your story, there is plenty of time. This is a place to

dwell. Goodbye tears and tearing parts that are meant to stay

is not in this place.

There’s a garden inside. It is

more than what any earthen population could inhabit

and it is 

held in a single cell. The whole is smaller than this part, and yes,

this is

just the start.