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