Treatise and trellises

To be with
- to be without
Oh No!
Save me from this darkness!
A cry that mocks and can only be mockery.
People, normal people going about their 'normal' days,
I wonder what that feels like
Sitting in my proverbial white tower
Reaching down through the seas and clouds
To type a few words.
Avoid the tripe, its deadly.
Well I have never worked a day in my life
No standing behind a till
Saying good-day and goodbye and fries and prices
Lines, trainees and bosses, oh my!
But I have felt the frenzy of the earth and manual labour.
It is not just a garden
It is more than that,
It is physical and spiritual purgation
A cultural catharsis.
Here is the human,
In an English Country Garden.