I Won't Come Into Work Today

June 11, 2025

I won’t come into work today.
I’ve no space in my head or heart.
A buzzing in my garden says
that Spring’s about to start

again. again.

I wouldn’t want to miss it now.
I wouldn’t wish to watch a Spring in passing
like the melting of the snow
beneath the rising of the sun

again. again.

I built a raft, once, to ride the
rivers that had flowed
from all those things I could not change
and all those things I did allow

Until at last my body screamed,
a deep intense and aching sorrow,
and at last I heard a buzz outside
where lavender is blooming.

Where the bees live unassuming
in the garden that I’ve tended.
Where chaos springs a hope eternal
rich like truth inside my breast.

So I won’t come into work today.
Perhaps I won’t tomorrow.
I’d rather tend my garden
with the time I have to borrow

and drink water from a spring
that has upwelled inside me singing

Now.