Garden Gray

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.