reminder of Margaret's poem

reminder of Margaret's poem
Originally uploaded by wethreedees.

I believe the name of the poem is "The Question". But I could be wrong. I carry essences with me. The narrator is walking outside just before sunset with a Brother. She is disquiet and looking for answers. Just one line or thought in this poem is about the gardener, who is nowhere to be seen, but has left his gloves or something behind. It calls up an eerie feeling in me. The poem proceeds, answers come in the quiet of nature and the narrator's innate wisdom.

This scene: I alone am walking in the expanses of green, past the grottos and shrines, the row of pink flowers just planted in the dry soil, and watered, the wheelbarrow turned over, no one in sight but the still statues...And what of the gardener?

Of course I don't do justice to the poem. But what I felt walking through this scene attests to the power of stories told. What we carry—no matter the form it enters us—from everyone, everything we meet. How we see not only with our own eyes. How even when the paste jewel has fallen from its setting, we can still see it flashing in the sun.