From new book of poems, Spring 2013
THE WORLD WILL FOLLOW JOY: Turning Madness Into Flowers


photo of a gecko

Going out to the garden
©2012 by Alice Walker

Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
like the rest of us
has been
from the heat.

Geckos like heat
I know this
but the heat
these last few days
has been excessive
for us
& for them.

A spray of water
from the hose
touched its skin:
I thought it would
run away.
There are crevices
to hide in:
the garden wall
is made of stones.

But no
not only
did the gecko
not run away
it appeared
to raise
its eyes
& head
looking for more.

I gave it.

Squirt after
of cooling
from the green
garden hose.

Is it the end
of the world?
It seemed to ask.
This bliss,
is it Paradise?

I bathed it
until we were both
washed clean
of the troubles
of this world
at least for this moment:
this moment of pleasure
of gecko
as I with so much happiness
played Goddess
to Gecko.

(Written in late summer 2011).


One Response to POEM: Going Out to the Garden

  • This is a lovely poem that started l’air de rien. I was wondering if it was art pour art, though i had a feeling it must be heading to some meaningful thought. Reading along, I felt its peace pace uplifting my lungs. Thank you for this too brief moment of quietness. Yasmine