Soothing Poem

A soothing moment like in a garden
if a garden is soothing to you then
that. Yes. That a garden with hyacinths,
or, oh, what's a fragrant flower? I never
learned the names of flowers, I learned
their beauty and what they represent
to me, that a garden equals relaxation
in most people's minds. So that: a day
in the sunlight in a garden with some
flowers I can't name. I hope you understand
what I'm getting at here is to soothe you
into thinking you are okay and that
the air in the garden is the same temperature
as your skin, so you feel comfortable
in your skin just hanging out with the flowers
I can't name for you like some people can
because they had parents who gardened,
who took them out among the flowers
and said "now this is named that and that
is named this" and so on, until it all
sank in and you could know what someone
meant when they referred to a particular
flower or asked you to go pick a flower with a name
in a bountiful garden. You'd know what to look for,
you wouldn't just stand there going "uh."
You'd know the look of it, the texture of it,
the name of it, and quite possibly even
the latin name for it, which is really
just a way of showing off. Anyway, I hope
you are relaxed by this poem, it's been
a real mind fuck of a day. You deserve this
moment with my poem in the garden of your mind.