with
more or less uncertainty
i received the random rule among the wintered trees
seen through the laundry steam and sunrise,
their calamitous creation murmured
on the ward and even under oven warmed blankets,
i teased you had an elephant trunk.
with
more or less uncertainty
among the apple blossoms of Springtime
in the orchard where my heart began to mend
a lifetime's splintering a sapling grew
you sought out shade and i
plunked down unashamed and free to colour in my book.
with
more or less uncertainty
the standing morning mournings, among the dinosaur
kale between the sweet peas and the butterflies
when august towered Sunflowers
my little pages seemed smaller still
true if often awkward pencil lines a garden
with
more or less uncertainty
penny eisenberg 2019