Peak after peak they rise like crests
above a sea
In which we plunge, swim, dive and drown
beneath each wave.
Yet breath returns and eyes grow clear
from time to time
As all stands still, becalmed, at rest,
and we can see
There, where we were. Here, where we are.
How far. Which way.
It was a garden of people
at all seasons.
I saw hands at work everywhere,
none of them still.
Some were planting new souls
in the fresh earth.
Others went about the weeding,
pruning, hoeing
Their baskets filled with human plants
of every kind.