Blind Stone

Blind stone borders the garden

path of my gardens yet to be.

Picture scented reds, wind-swept bronzes,

one-day yellows, early- & late-

season pinks & greens.

A path to bridges & ponds, to lettuce

artichoke, peppers, carrots & beets.

Not a lovers’ path wide enough for four feet

but a gardener’s path for a wheel

bearing a barrow guided

by two gloved hands, a path followed by

clodhopping feet.

A trowel, a bucket, secateurs & a hoe

to chop the weeds. Hoses and seeds.

One day soon you’ll see.