There is. There will be.

There is a garden and food
grown from seeds and soil and
my hands in the sun and my body
rained on, saturated

There is fullness.  Growing, planting,
planning.  There are relationships and
community and sun and saturation

There is resistance.  Challenges (where
I question myself, my commitment,
my strength) that shape me and will
continue to define

For three decades
there is life.  There will be more life.  Until
there is not.  I don't know what the not looks
like or how near I have come.

I just stay there, in the space of growing
and building.  In death, I will grow
too.  There will be soil and I will be a
seed and my body will be rained
on and saturated.

There will be life.