we move on and treasure the goodness we left behind

recently i returned to my old garden

to spend time with friends i planted

as small unlikely specimens

whose bodies now fill spaces 

i could not have imagined

much like my children

who stood and watched as i 

remembered these tiny shoots

now fully grown

-

in the garden i left . . . 

i left a root.

i found it in the woods nearby 

two summers ago.

i put it outside to be sure it stayed

in that part of the world it had come from 

(and is destined to return to).

i was thrilled to find it 

spending time

with a small pebble