Garden Tears

This garden is so hard to leave
Here are the beds that grew
my peas and my beans
Here the climbing passionfruit vine
Here is the step
I've sat on
so many evenings
breathing love
growing dreams
looking up at the same Moon
that you see
Lying in the hammock
I sway
I am away
with the wind
and the peace
and the crows
that used to drive me mad
My heart aches for the crows
and a place of my own
and a garden
like a house
only outdoors