Poem 437

Order and chaos, control vs. the force that through the green fuse drives the flower, forever looking for balance in our lives … expressed here in the espaliered tree, a life-size bonsai finding its symbiosis with the wall it grows up …

Espalier

I am afraid of the disorderly
the undisciplined
tangles of unwanted things
pushing toward the light
always the sense of
pressure 
                  behind the fences

like the gardener
like the patient
growth is my enemy
as well as my aim