wishes float by, out of reach,
floury against the blue
and finally one careens in at top speed
takes a swift low swoop, and
I catch it.
the hummingbird visits,
confused that I have moved the feeder
I let unknown seedlings grow too big,
and today have pulled them up so
all my favorite deliberates show -
the daisy, the meadow sage, the echinacea,
the lavender, the aster, the herbs low in front
with the dark peppers growing up amongst them like trees.
the seedum like a strange australian forest,
the purple salvia regal, the sunflowers peeking,
the rosemary sweeping, the lariope joyous.
it feels like my garden again, just as I like it
molded by my hands,
risen like bread into this seeded shape
I spring among the stones
between the bees, trying not to hit their blooms
with my hips.