Between the Gardens

Photo by Lawrence Aritao on Unsplash

A Poem by Sheila Dougal

In this crevice

in the shadows

we wait for the sun to pass over

we press our seed in the narrows

when golden light warms the earth

we guard our plots

peering between thistle

hoping to catch a glimpse

of the life once and coming.

Sheila is a blue-collar poet, writer, gardener, soap-maker and nurse raising backyard chickens and goats in the rural low deserts of Arizona with her husband and sons. Her poetry and essays can be found at various print and online publications.

You can also find her at SheilaDougal.com, and on Substack at @plantedlife.