Weeding

I remember only too well when years ago and once more the clouds of my mind and soul hung way below the horizon pernicious weeds took well to it infested my brain grew roots and shooters obstructed neuronal pathways and pesticides only seemed to further all negative growth and now has come that time again I am not talking about a few thistles or dandelions more like ragwort spreading incessantly overtaking what had been beautiful meadow back then my wife soulmate and lover made me clear a square meter or so of our overgrown garden and it seemed tedious and pointless but almost like in prayer I got down on my hands and knees and fought the half acre or so eventually the house and garden became pleasing enough to sell and move on thickets and malicious underwood has sprung up again a bracken underwood covers the ground infiltrates me through every crevice grinds up cracks and remorseful pores the same cracks which are made for the sun to shine threw today I own an allotment which has taken badly to lack of care and involvement time to move forward with enough of the past being present and for making every day count in order to heal I might keep some brambles to harvest and even harvest some fruit for now I must remember that one square meter over time adds up and that the elements are able to cope with distress and with myself