The First Garden

Heel to stone,

Bending patient, calloused hands towards her infinitely folded skin:

Gently, he traces her and places the first seed.

Just so.

Just beneath an ancient, obedient layer of soil and fate.

Gently, like a kiss that lingers on the cheek of a timeless flame that still smolders.

Unyielding. Unwavering. Undeterred.

A cheek whose furrowed tears restore like a cool, spring rain.

Whose brilliant smile warms like a bursting, summer sun.

Whose subtle breath strengthens branch and bond like a wandering autumn wind that knocks on the door and retreats just as suddenly.

Just so.

Just to say hello.

And remind us to feed each other with soft, selfless touches.