another garden...

          again some buried reflections
          again those threads that weave
          again the desire to snap
          again the desire to bury them forever
          again the bird sings from its ashes
          again it flaps to fly
          again it finds a new land
          again it disseminates into ash
          again it sees the sun
          again some ants search for food
          again dig their homes
          and again my granny says
          "and again another day goes by"
          and she says this everyday!