God put Adam in the garden and told him to work it
But my success rate with green things is zero.
Flowers delight me but shrink from my touch. So, ‘fallen,
I hunker down, hand hovering ‘til I find what I’m looking for.
Spade abandoned, I click the pen, and plant letters instead.
In their own time (with only the slightest nudge from me),
Nouns and verbs erupt rudely onto thumb-worn pages,
Hungrily scrabbling along faster than I can fathom! Continue reading