Caretaker of Thought

There lives a garden

all too familiar to everyone.

Flowers cannot grow here,

soils are too acidic.

In this garden grows the mind;

hopes, dreams, ambitions,

fears,

planted haphazardly throughout.

Each plant has roots, 

deep and far reaching,

curling and twisting through thought.

These roots leave behind a sticky sap, clinging

to neurons as they zip through the mind,

like bees pollinating their flowers.

Though the Latin name for this genus

is not known, the effect all too well is.

Each thought touched by these

sappy roots is changed.

From ambition to fear,

from fear to physical feeling,

from hope to loss,

and from dreams to sorrows.

I am lucky as to have found a gardener,

someone to cut back invasive growth,

uprooting these vile plants.

She clears weeds, 

exposing negative plants to positive sunlight,

nourishing the malnourished,

allowing them to flourish in new ways.

With her help, 

the plants now snake upwards,

reaching towards their new light.

Spores and fungal growth retreat,

and new plants take their place.

Without her I’d be lost,

in a jungle of thought.