👣 🌱 i heard footsteps in the garden / by jawno

a poem about the unloneliness of a garden

i heard footsteps in the garden
by jawno

i heard footsteps in the garden
and at first i was afraid
that some unordinary monsters
come ta’ take my garden away

i heard footsteps in the garden
in this place to which i’d run
from my deep and longing worry
and the burning shallow sun

i heard footsteps in the garden
so i grabbed up a spade
and i dug myself a hole
and in that hole i laid

and in the earth i heard a rumble
in the earth i felt a spark
in the earth i noticed light
in this quiet heart of dark

i heard footsteps in the garden
and the tapping of a drum
and an joyful airy whisper
and a soulful spirit hum

i heard footsteps in the garden
where once i was alone
i heard footsteps in the garden
and they were my people
and they were welcome
and they were home

I wrote this recently and thought I’d share it as a mid-month treat for all those who have agreed to come along on this endeavor! In order to free our food, we’ll need to literally and metaphorically plant our gardens. We will also have to face everything that lives in our soil, in our air, in our water, and, importantly, in our histories. This is our community composition. What comes up for you as you think about the composition of your community? Who can you rely on to help you regenerate your environment?

I want you to know that I’m with you, at least, and I hope we can continue to find more allies on our way.

With you, at the ready,