POETRY: IN LOCKDOWN

in the garden of bones

I have a garden
for my bones
I nurture them
when I’m alone

they push through earth
like mother’s flesh
I love my garden
I am blessed

I hear them shiver
in the rain
they talk of life
that dreams again

I hear their whispers
in the trees
I have sinned
but I have pleased

though blood must flow
in the birthing hour

I am loved

I will watch them flower