by Mary Carroll-Hackett
Every garden, it seems, leads again
to Eden, to the first tugged root, first seed,
first greening reach. Not toward that sin
that men invented, but instead toward need
for sustenance, protection, and comfort–
for that which feeds us all, even now
in the sweet snap of the pea, the laced
cool season of greens, the sun-warm dirt,
curled embrace of bean vines, the slow
drift of rain, as subtle and certain as grace.
Mary Carroll-Hackett earned an MFA from Bennington College and is the author of The Real Politics of Lipstick, Animal Soul, and If We Could Know Our Bones,from A-Minor Press. She teaches at Longwood University in Farmville, Virginia. Mary is currently at work on a memoir.