mild Winter spreads into Spring
proclaiming snowdrops
before sticky chestnut buds
unfurl a fury of leaf
the cat chasing its tail, wonders
why I read so many books
the benches getting sat on by the rain
the damp in my lungs
so many reasons to be miserable, & yet
somewhere, deep as a ritual
a toddler re-arranging sticks
it's not only the snowy mespilus
that sings to itself
these are the gestures
of my mind, my garden
carry them to your body
your heart
From: After Kabir & Other Poems, Harping on Books, 2009