Garden Muse

Two trees, two statues, and me,

for a moment we shared the same space.

Each of us, in a garden gallery,

poised, for art sake, in the same place.

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I entered this garden with a foreigner's eye.

I was in this garden but not part of it.

I took to this garden a sense of I.

And with this eye, I'd never see the heart of it.

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I turned to leave, but as I did,

as a statue does, I froze...

It was then that I became the garden,

so amid, and among, at once... I saw what was.

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A sculptured garden submits to control;

yet, a sculpture garden has heart and soul.

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© Tim Grace, 3 November 2010 (Revised, 4 February 2022)