Between naptime and school,
after shopping and getting fuel,
I find time to plant tulips and roses,
holding the hoe like a yogi poses.
My spine bends, my toes dig in.
This small garden is the beginning
of an end to my unrest,
the start of a new quest.
Peas and tomatoes,
lettuce and potatoes.
As I dig I don’t wonder why?
I simply feel time fly.
This is a space where I belong.
Now for land I long.
It takes time but at last,
husband agrees, time-in-town is past.
Out of this development we go,
to a patch of earth with room to sow
the seeds of contentment I have found
and am ready to toss in the ground.