My garden tiger,
vibrant orange tiny stripes—
consumed by lilies.
Consumed
Performance
As the curtains rise,
sunlight streams into the folds—
young bottlebrush sings.
Formication
Ants on tiny hairs,
crawling in search of nectar—
do sunflowers feel?
Fascinated
As the newly born,
mesmerised by a finger—
me, in my garden.
Stay
Waves don’t wash away,
all that lingers in my mind,
a shadow of doubt.
