Zero Gravity

Box Garden

Let me tend my garden

even if there are

tanks in the street, even

if the television speaks at

gunpoint of needing

to believe in the perfect

society, faith in the

leadership that can

deliver social change. And

the flag of the holiest being

raised to greet the Cabinet

(none more esteemed or

deserving of praise) as they

ride from city to

city in mile-long cavalcades.

Excuse me therefore

whilst I tend

my tiny box garden

with its clump of bright flowers;

whose beauty so redemptive,

so precious to me.