The earth’s crust cracks
Sunshine pours into spaces,
over edges,
That never existed before.
These sensitive places need
nourishment.
As a young earth, I could
focus on the fissure,
Let the sunshine
to the darkness and do nothing more.
But what if these edges
Are a puzzle garden?
A place for seeds
to grow in ways
you couldn’t possibly have
imagined.
Don’t worry,
Everyone cries in puzzle gardens
sometimes.
(2016)