the garden out my window

the garden out my window is not tamed
nor is it neglected ever at all
the garden seen from here is holding evening
like a sofened prayer when all the gods seemed tall

the evening is as beautiful as ever
the sun is creeping low right over there
my neighbors house in shadows deeply held
the rays behind it sacred bright and fair

sitting here among my life time memories
holding court with what just might have been
comparing with the love of laughter here
i swoon before the presence of this seem

sitting here in this imagination
is not enough to be a provocation