My Garden

My Garden

Waking to the smell of fresh dirt
I may have been sleepwalking in the garden again
Where I pull weeds from around the pepper plants
And converse again with the worms and ants.

I check my fingernails but there is no sign of soil
And there never has been a garden out back.

So I try to go back to sleep
To return to that place where I like to grow things
To that place where things like to grow.

--Owl