Affair In The Garden

 

Beneath the overgrown grass swells the rich brown body

of the Earth. I want to throw myself down on it,

embrace it. I want to hug the trees, their high

summer lushness a green temptation.

Wildflowers appear, planted years ago,

flirtatiously blooming now as if they had

all the time in the world to grow

so beautiful and, of course, they do.

This is why as I bask in the August sun

in the garden with perfumed breeze

stroking my bare legs and arms and face,

I am totally in love, wanting only to be

one with this pulsing planet.

Arlene Gay Levine

First published in

Heal Your Soul, Heal The World

(Andrews McMeel Publishing)