Earth in Repose

Their shadows call me
back - those places
where I have lived, where 

my memory ghost-walks
through familiar gardens,
where flower bulbs mix 

with broken glass and bones- 
dog, canary, my unborn child's 
name written on paper, wrapped 

with raffia. Secrets whispered
to the sky change shape
with the clouds, change the patterns

of shadows slipping 
over freshly turned earth. 

Copyright 2003 Debi Faulkner