Further In the Garden

I knew it was you

By the way you leaned forward in the garden

And said, "How beautiful"

Your brow luminous, your eyes shining

The signature spiral on the back of your head

Entwining with the roses and the stairway

What has caused this change?

The fruit of your labor

The eye of the hurricane moving up from the firmament

And through your stance against darkness

Your jaw firm and relaxed

Spirit as music coursing through your veins

Separating the vertebrae in your spine

I will never forget your kindness

Your invitation to be well