The New Garden
I return to find a prim new garden—
no bigger than a foyer.
It sits above true earth in planters,
a stoolpigeon shaken by the ankles
until the secret’s out.
The old one, though, hid nothing.
It seemed to stretch to the horizon
beside the first experiments: A stream
dammed up. A cloud assuming shapes.
The boys rolling down a hill
growing closer to sky.
"The New Garden" is reprinted from Making the New Lamb Take (2007) by permission of Sarabande Books.