In a Garden

When I work with my plants,
I can lose myself.
I have to worry about their health,

Soil, water, air, sunlight.


I can forget what I know about humanity;
About the corruption, hypocrisy,
Materialism, ambition, illusion of progress.
My plants need me,
But they're not conscious, aware, worried;

They don't care.


I, on the other hand, must choose to care.
And I lose myself in the process of

Caring for things other than myself;
And this makes me happy, calm, content.

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I miss it and the weeds are laughing - slc