A Garden

I saw green leaving our foundation.
Green on gray with a breezy wave
From the crack in the side of our house.

So curious. Such cheer despite its cage
Which is, I know, in a slow state of decay.

I bent down for a closer look
And my mind’s eye saw past the weed
Down its shoot into the recess

Where dark became light in a field.
A field of purple coneflower, yellow
Yarrow, and a single chaste lilac tree.

I stand upright and in a moment
My sight returns and I realize,
There’s a garden beneath our home!

It must have always been here.