The garden hedge has been growntall and tightly knit;
the early morning light takes on
leaf-colours minute by minute,
not much light gets through to the lawn
till the sun makes the summit.
A small blue rag of a sky is seenif the eye’s raised right up.
At ground level it’s only green,
fresh or dry as seasons dub
some flowers let into the scene -
a few blooms on a shrub.
How simple it is! to grow things high -a decade and that’s all;
a few seeds thrown down and the sky’s
portioned into small;
some trees in a garden trained awry
morph into a wall.
Some trees grown too close, too straighttwist into a fence.
Did the gardeners know what they’d create
by planting them so dense?
That a screen can also isolate,
slice skies into small fragments.
The gardeners step back and feel proudof hedges straight and even
and round the world without a doubt
trees in a home are a given
but then a high hedgerow shuts out
as it shuts in an Eden.
Think of a garden green and cool,shaded early from the sun
the hedge at the edge is a natural rule.
When it's tall and overdone
breaks up the grass into modules
and obscures horizons.
Think of Queen Sita in a gardenabducted by a King
and guarded day and night by demons
and that’s the one true thing -
trees and leaves are as much a prison
as a high-walled building.