Gary the Gardener

I hear the scraping
in the garden.

Rocks are moved
and worms that were dead
come to life.

We didn’t know
that eternity was in a sod,
literally,

and that the universe was unrolling,
as it should,
before our eyes
and beneath our feet.

You took my hand
and poked my fingers into God.

I blinked at immortality
before it disappeared.


John J. Guiney Yallop