Light II

She moves about
The hillside garden,
Floats really light as
A sunbeam among her
Flowers watering, edging,
Trimming as she sings some
Tune unaware, except for her pets
And plants around her, as I gaze
At her from my desk studying
Some campaign or battle
Like Tristam Shandy’s
Uncle but less of a
Gardner and more
Of a theorist ever
Since childhood
Reading the
Iliad’s wine
Dark sea
And tell,
Archeology
Humor of Troy.
She snips, then
Waters like Homer’s
Hero’s hacking flesh,
Watering Priam’s plain
With Greek and Trojan
Warriors, so I suppose
She is the warrior of
Her garden, floppy
Hat askew, she is
Happy at her
Task, her
Voice
Rising
Then again
Two note battle
Paen with a
Chorus of
Red dog
Two cats
And one old
Man smiling at
Her from his desk
Through a window,
Another sunbeam
In the garden
Light.