In My Garden

the ferns potted and hung
will crack their pots and drop

the grass will choke my feet and pull me
down under its carpet

like my cat I sit in the sun
not waiting

but the trail of shadows in my garden
is creeping creeping

gently wafting night smells
of ylang-ylang

First published in Caracoa 19 (July 1988); later published in Ani Vol. 3 No. 3 (September 1989), and in Solidarity 125 (January-March 1990)