Garden Peace

                                                                 GARDEN PEACE

The world without eyes

is a different place

I lie in my garden

eyes closed against the sun

and as my sight sleeps

my other senses wake

birds sing in stereo

a breeze cools my skin

and wafts the neighbour's barbeque

to mingle with the scent of flowers

a snuffling and a wet nose

against my arm

as my dog settles herself

beside me in the cool grass

I open my eyes and the sky

really is a blue vault

painted with white clouds

and shot across with shafts of light

a distant train breaks across

the cries of children playing

and I feel

at peace

May 2007