mirror in the garden

how come when your bones get old and weary

i feel the most

almost like fresh is the new past time

bones as strong as white like picket fences

surrounding my house

how come when your bones get old and weary

i see the morning rise and fall again all in the same moment

and your reflection is just

beautiful

life in what used to be

spring water and plants sprout

no rest for the weary

always working

reminding yourself that you’re worth it

even when you can’t hold up the bags under the eyes that never close

i feel the most of you

when you’re weak

you blossom open like a flower

sweet honey and nectar secrete from your wings

how come when your bones get old and weary

i feel you the most

you are the mirror in the garden

standing upright in the middle