Gardendark

We are stretching now, and separating, like taffy and
blooming petals of flowers
spinning and expanding out
into a gardendark world

these friends of mine, these
polite and intimate strangers
I will jump from them with the pads of my feet
and reach back with grasping fingers

so I will hope to grab hold, and hope to not grab hold
and my toes will point forward like round petals into the
dark garden, where I want to find, to find
light.