What makes a garden – the gardener or the vine,
the squirrels that dig it up, the birds that peck fruit,
the weeds which spontaneously undermine
the efforts of the cultivated to take firm root?
Is this still a garden? – if those weeds flower
and they’re smaller, less showy than the marigold,
if the wild grass were to wholly overpower
the careful beds and furrows marked by the household.
And if the bees come calling but so do the bears
what’s fertilised and grows is not quite by design,
and pests and pollinators take an unfair share
of the nectar and honey and fruits and sunshine,
if the yield’s not consumed by designated humans
is that just a pity? a waste? or a garden?
Directly inspired by Yolanda Renee here. Hope all goes and grows well in your garden. Happy V-day to those celebrating.