Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 46

Waiting in the Garden steve klepetar Gray morning light. We wait in the garden, not knowing which visitors might come. All night we dreamt of cars climbing the stairs in our house, sure as any omen we have seen. If visitors come, we may fail to know their faces or recognize the gifts they bear, which may not be the omens we have seen, but a chest of seeds to cherish and protect. If we fail to recognize the gifts they bear, we might just miss our chance to hold the small, sweet seeds they offer us to hide until spring returns, and visitors in cars. Their faces will shine like gifts they bear in dream cars gliding up the stairs in spring, visitors with their giving hands aflame in morning light, in the garden where we wait. 46