Allium Inter Alia
(after Louise Glück)
Shortening days, and we are greyed out.
Nectar exhausted, abandoned by bees,
we fall silent into our own straw.
Now that we no longer please your eye
you cut us down. No matter,
we have done all that we intended.
We allowed the air to carry away our seeds,
but our hearts were always underground.
Our lives had their own importance.
Within us we carried our offspring and theirs,
and theirs. It was never only about us
here, now, in this garden,
but what comes next and next.
Jane Pearn
