Community Garden Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Today, I walked past a garden between the cut of two buildings and felt an overwhelming urge to indulge in untrimmed hedges and folly in untouched soil.
Day by day I've walked passed but never actually had time to realize how beautiful this garden was.
The shrubs that went untamed.
The plants festered with weeds.
Upon opening the gate I felt a sense of relief, without need for gloves I toiled in the dirt.
Spending a countless number of hours cleaning the trash against the fence,
Grabbing stakes of wood and string,
Reinforcing the plants that grew wildly.
A disposition that no one cared.
I saw a bit of myself in this garden,
Pricked by the bushels of thorns, I felt resistance in the need to tidy up.
Figuring the time it would take tending to every plant, repotting and replanting.
The moisture felt from the soil under the grit of my nails.
The rustle of leaves whispering thank you beneath the sound of the wind.
The more time I spent here, the more that desire grew, flourishing back to life.
No longer deemed remissive the sun shone against the new growth of petals