to sit and survey all the green

Kerry has published a lovely photo for Open Link Monday, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and, having no poem waiting except the limerick I wrote for Mad Kane's Limerick-off, I looked at this photo for a while, and it told me a story.

It isn't a story of strangers. It's a story of my friend Sherry, whom I've never met, who lives in one of the world's wondrous places, on Vancouver Island. Sherry and I were girls at the same time, in the same British Columbia town, and "went to different schools together"!

There were times when our addresses weren't far apart, but she went one way, and I went another, and if we passed one another on the streets, we don't remember.

Soon, still not having met, we are going to collaborate on a poem together, for Real Toads, because we were born in the same year, and know so many of the same things, that it seems inevitable we should meet at a garden like this, settle on a chair each, and take turns watering the flowers around us.

to reach, without stumbling,

a little white chair,

to sit and survey all the green

and the red

the yellow

the purple

the brown of the soil...

to sit, without worry

Photo as prompt

on one little chair

and to reach for the

small silver can

of silver water

for the plants

and the trees

and the flowers...

and then,

a friend sits on

the other chair

and we look at

the garden

together

Kay L. Davies, June 2, 2013