Some years ago in moments of
je ne sais quoi, I planted three box
plants. I had a while believing that
every garden needs a folly, not
in this case a building, but birds; pecking
birds, close to the ground. Then I changed my mind;
more than once – so the now amorphous lump
really is a folly of indecision.
It gets left out of those summer clippings that
keep my cloud stroke bubble pruned hedge tidy.
It waits for winter just as I wait for
inspiration; more cloud? Geometric?
Corkscrews or a child-size garden chair?
Or maybe those birds were a good idea;
when winter comes, this year, yes this year
I will do something creative with my shears.