(An International Journal of Poetry)
Volume-1 †††† december-2011 Number-2
One Day in August
†††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† by Suzanne Nielsen
Once it settles in your bones you fight to keep it from becoming a reality
by reminiscing on easier times, or sneak back to those dangerous leaps
that cost you four of your seven rich lives so you refuse to lie still
and succumb to laboured breathing.
A gentle touch
a familiar thump of rubber soled shoes
the scent of a gardenerís hands
familiar hands that comforted you through all nine lives.
Then it happens
you remember as though it was yesterday
when those rubber soled shoes faded into their seventh life
all the surrounding decay
but you watched and waited and watched some more
until the rubber soles united with the spirit of the gardener who,
through so many lives, remained alive through the drought,
the endless digging for a place to plant the soul and you pass
quietly knowing those hands have many gardens to till.