“Aromatic”
We’re so far from where we started.
It’s feeling like summer, and I’ve migrated
from the window to the front garden.
There is joy to be found amidst the
abundance of caution:
Gardening for my mother,
Knowing I’m not alone,
The scent of wet soil.
When it’s time, I’ll let the mask obscure my smile.
Elle Bader-Gregory, Buffalo, New York, USA