Behind these latticed walls I hide.
Behind the tangled green.
In fragrant wafts my time I bide…
And hope I am not seen.
I poke, I prod, I shuffle about.
Engrossed in thought & growing things.
Weeds real & imagined I deftly rout.
All the while suppressed my wish for wings.
For what do I know of black & white?
They’re only parts of gray.
I only know the black of night…
And the blinding light of day.
Beyond the green is stone & steel.
But I must grow…create.
While the world outside forgets what’s real…
I tend green twixt Love & Hate.