"Maniac, maniac on the floor"

Interestingly, we personify parallel lines....

"Maniac, maniac on the floor"

(thanks to your curly thoughts)

A Garden Nobody Inherited

Forces out of reach shut every way,

self-effort multiplied day after day.

One try became ten, ten opened twenty more,

with no return beyond the door.

The lack of nourishment tortures the mind,

growth starved of what it was meant to find.

Effort upon effort, hunger beneath the skin,

a field worked hard with nothing fed in.

They saw the orchard from the road,

and guessed the fruit came free.

no one asked what winter owed,

the roots beneath the tree.

A late seed broke a stubborn ground,

long after spring fled.

the birds called luck from all around,

the soil knew what it bled.

Two crooked branches shared one rain,

each bending its own way.

the intrusive came and came again,

then wondered why they’d stay.

Some loved the shade, some eyed the yield,

some reached before it grew.

a fence went up around the field

when gentler signs came through.

There are hands that give past sense,

as if the well won’t dry.

there are hands that learn a fence,

after asking too long why.

One season watched the others bloom,

from somewhere past the hill.

its green slept beneath the gloom,

alive, though hidden still.

The years were unsettling for tender shoots,

the weather rough with change.

some trees grew tall on borrowed routes,

some learned the dark had range.

But one old trunk was lightning near,

with earth beneath its feet.

it lost a branch, survived the year,

and never learned deceit.

Beside it grew a serene tree,

from weather of its own.

the sort that knows what storms can be,

and how to stand alone.

No golden orchard. No easy spring,

No crown above the gate.

Only roots that worked at everything,

and fruit that ripened late.

So if you see the garden glow,

and call the sunlight luck.

come spend a season down below,

where every root was struck.

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