I do not ask for forty years,

I do not ask for forty years,

I do not ask for forty years

To H on his birthday

I do not ask for forty years,
Forty months, or forty days
What use are numbers
When, in one moment,
who cares when or how long ago,
I threw my garden open
And you, a little dizzy or out of control perhaps
Dashed in and dared to plant
the most exquisite love
You couldn't resist -
you couldn't have known then
what gardens mean to me
And this love you planted,
And are learning so quickly to care for,
how it is burgeoning ,
exciting yet touching me so delicately
I do not ask for forty years,
Forty months or forty days
Just a garden where
Deep roots entwine , wild fragrance enchants.
My love, with this great earth to fill with unchecked growth
Let’s don our gloves and give our love
all time.

13 September 1993