gran’s garden

Words by Maia Ingoe (she/her)

From time to time, and more often now
my mind seeks that meditative stillness of a forgotten world
solitary, yet surrounded by the hum of breath exchanged
I sit and watch her, world, as minutes aren’t counted
as her sun warms the rocks underneath my skin
rising over the cliff above
peaceful, but never quiet, as trickling waters rise
through tangled thoughts, strands of hair
a fish jumps, a splash
long tail of dragonfly whizzes past an area
birds sing, chatter, light rising on life that never pauses
grass against naked stomach
the strength of peace, to let thoughts go, forget the road
there is only my body and the breath of wind
caresses all of us, plant and animal, alike