Life gardens yang and yin,
out and inside
seeding back and forth across time’s life
death boundary.

If here now,
then not here tomorrow
outside memories still incarnating,
forming echoes and dysfunction fading,
decaying and absorbing eternal time,
make haying while Earth’s light shines bravely on
blending polyculture future dreams
into permaculture historic explanations.

Exquisitely imperfect rhyming reason,
not so much orderly marching toward demise
as messy riots of rich drama and quiet joy,
a pilgrimage perhaps
but also a more coincidental resonant ramble,
romping through our season.