Catalogue everything in the garden

by outlook and trope. Both daylight and

               shoulders can be broad 
remember, but are leaves defined by veins

or diameter? How many stones have been

unturned? And what things are not, apart from

          holes and shade?		
If my eye connects points in space

we know it’s the vector that defines

                                            where we are

        and where to from here. 
Walk the garden again, it says. Think your way

toward the moment. Beneath the grass:

               a dynamic play of boundary and shape.