Below me the earth softens and parts,
water drips into crevasses mucked
of hyacinths crack the damp soil,
a drop of rain crowns
a flower bud.
and follow warm blood, the children
succulent at the backyard
birthday party, swinging sticks
at a piñata shaped like a hive
hard candy asteroids,
and buzz of the lawn care guys.
They say I'll lose another arm, the man
speaks of a saw and a hatchet, the woman
invokes pruning and garden gloves.
"Or we could dig it up
and plant another one"
Once she wound her body round
my roughness and hung on.
By Reka Jellema
Copyright July 2015