The Garden of Forgetting
There is a thirsty road that winds
around the mountains waist and ends
in the Garden of Forgetting; there,
yesterday, today and tomorrow grows,
and the night-blooming cereus stays
awake until the day unfolds,
and time passes in a dream of light.
There the bottlebrush sweeps the earth,
its red prickle weeping
to the silence of terraced stone,
the sky with its tongues of flame.
But there is one tree (no one knows its name)
whose uncertain tendrils find
their way through snowy branches
of euphorbia; and now
yesterday, today and tomorrow weeps
in the Garden of Forgetting,
in fading light.
This poem was written by Gwyneth Barber Wood from Kingston, Jamaica. It was published in her book of poems, “The Garden of Forgetting”. Her work used to appear regularly in the literary section of the Jamaican Observer. In 2001 she was awarded a Fellowship by the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts.
Gwen is a dear friend who is now gone from this world but not forgotten. I wanted to share this beautiful poem of hers with you in her memory.
Life is so busy. Slow down once in awhile and smell the flowers. Life is a gift, enjoy the present.
Come grow with us!