D’s Bones

1.
We tried to plant a garden
some years ago.
Even putting in deer netting
turned into an argument.
The soil was not sweet enough,
nothing much grew.
Blackberries, scotch broom,
and sticky weed thrived.
Removing our old netting
required too much
effort.

2.
Spring breathes urgency
into an eruption of peonies
near my porch. Nearby,
Heavenly bamboo
shimmers in the sun
while my newly sown
chard and kale seeds
unfurl to the light.

3.
The distance
between us
sighs.

Carl Jung noted that an intimate relationship provides just about the best laboratory imaginable for furthering one’s development as a human. Though I had already paid some dues when I read Jung’s remark, I had only the glimmer of an understanding of just how difficult and painful that process would turn out to be.