Page 110 - North Star Magazine 2022

The Garden
What lingers beneath soil hinders the beanstalk’s toil Towards the light.
Bends and curves around roots laid barren, yet not Forlorn as corn crops high into the night.
Not deep, need you to seed, under fungal cords or Where there laid pain slain.
Secrets keep best under careful watered watch, whilst The harvest harbors on begone.
You’ve lost not another but yourself, so seek refuge In the vines.
Pines guard the walls of your treasure, climb high To the skies above.
A love drives them on through rain and fiery wrath brought Not by wicked acts but insolence or indifference.
Yet they endure.
The caps cap caps beneath pebbles and dirt, irked by
No disturbance beneath.
For within the sheath, she has found what she had sought By you.
True peace.
-Keller Mcgowan