If you’ve ever been a gardener—
one of those precious people
who dig in the dirt, and plant
and nourish seeds and make them
(sometimes by force of will)
grow—
you know what it’s like.
A lot of work, a lot of rocks
to be removed, weeds
to pull, water
to be carried. And sometimes,
it seems like no-one knows
all that you do
for the sake of making
something green, something alive,
something good, something to remember..
She was a gardener.
She dug deep and
shone her light, her wisdom,
in the dark places—
She turned over rocks
She rooted out weeds,
and willed us, willed the system
to grow and protect,
and nourish and cultivate
the neglected, the ignored,
and give them opportunity.
Good people do that,
often quietly, often by dissenting,
for the sake of making
a world that’s greener, more alive,
a better place, a nobler place.
Remember her.
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