the bowl of the Heavens
curves above me, clear blue.
No thing mars its cerulean majesty
and set within it like a scintillating gem
the yellow sphere of the sun.
The gardener in me smiles
in tee shirt sleeves she works steadily and with deep gratitude
for this clearest, cleanest most crystalline of days.
Peace inhabits body, mind and garden
joy resounds in every bird call and gently dancing flower
Eden exists, right here, right now.