Watering the Garden

A common green Garden hose coiled Slithering head bright and erect Suspended over the gaping crowns And roots garmented in soil And I At the foot of glowing tree Or flower bush Tend my garden alone Whip the flickering water like a tongue Venom white the foam Through the innocence of light Falling In spatters at the frigid root - A second promise of life The leaves bowing From the blinding force of spray Turn their dripping mouths away The upraised hose deseminate Not I The hose would lead you to conclude As if it was the primary source The water's fount and feed So I Kept my eyes in constant watch On the uncoiling trail in the quivering grass Inch after inch, inching at my heel Its rigid head between my fingers twitching feels The slippery clasp of power Upon the brooding hose. Then caught my eye A butterfly Meandering away ... something I long to grasp And let my fingers moan each tenderness Of silken dust it yields To tell the softness Of death, cold, inanimate Left rigorless In the imaginations frightened clasp.