Garden, Temple.

Among a watchful community
of olive trees and tomato plants
and voices feint but knowing
we touch temples and sense
transmissions of love's awareness
so much bigger than you, or I,
or us, or this watchful community
of spinach leaves and sansivera
and traces of persuasive whispers
which midwifed new clarity
where none had chosen to grow
until we all planted care, just here.