Rock Garden

Rock Garden

 

You and all your friends

lift boulders from the truck

and place them

in random patterns

like floating driftwood

on a black sea.

 

You carefully swirl the white sand

with a seven tong rake

until waves in a lake come to mind

lapping at the rocks.

 

Finally, you plant the bonsai

and other evergreens

where they might

like to grow.

 

Does anyone care?

The words run like a river,

have nowhere else to go

except through our minds,

and we wonder why

we situate, and rake, and plant

as if our lives depended on it.

�"Gary S