Wisteria

This is where we fall

Sleepers scattered in the soil

A finger deep, dragged through the ground

A blessed thought in harrowed halls

We could think of nothing else

But what our patch of earth contained

Reminded by our dirt-stained clothes

Of planted possibility

In tender ground, as bare as birth

A shoot emerged from beneath the earth

Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows

Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown

Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones

I am overgrown

I am overgrown

Between two branches, a rope and tire we cast

Between two worlds, each one higher than the last

I chose the air, chose higher still and left an Eden, found

But in abandon, lost my grip, and shattered, chose the ground

In unkept chaos, as bare as birth

A garden, grey, of tangled earth

Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows

Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown

Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones

I am overgrown

I've been lying here too long

The branches pushing me apart where weakness showed

But then September swept the overcast aside

Dusted off the winter's curse, and she cut me through like knives

She whistled proudly her season's song

And showed me that I was alive all along

Mary, Mary, tell me how your garden grows

Tell me what it takes to come alive, to see what you have sown

Cuz I've grown into the ground and there are branches in my bones

I am overgrown

I am overgrown