You run, run, Contrary, run from the garden –
Grow, grow, how did your garden grow?
No nasturtium, no nightshade;
passive posies and pale flaccid lilies, yes,
and the apple tree with its drooped fruit and blossoms.
You walk, walk over to the edge –
look back only once, for twice
and you’d never find the strength to leave.
Then you run, run Contrary,
run away, leave.
Leaves rustle and flutter by, leaf
leave now, by and bye.
Find your new spot,
plant your new garden –
plant there among the bones and shale.
First year fallow crops,
ashy fruits, hollow hopes –
but weed out the bones,
work the shale to soil,
bleed, bleed life into that soil.
Work until you grow new life,
until you plant, root,
grow less contrary and
run no more.