I sweltered in my car. A metal box, arid and non-living.
Then with a click, she emerged. Cradling a watering can
wearing a top blue as an April sky.
To revive a beloved garden of England.
Or perhaps Japan: so lovingly fed and swept in to place
by delicate hands. All ferns and fronds.
From my swamp of heat I was cooled… by the whispered
grace of water. Poured gently and with effortless care.
Not one drop wasted.
The sight was good for sore eyes.
For in this oasis I felt becalmed
to witness such grace.
Copyright Tom Tide 2017