on not gardening

while I tend gardens, weed and plant,
mulch and sweat
and yell at the dogs
to not pee on my dahlias—
All that time,
quietly alongside me the
wild Phlox—purple, pink, white
bloom in the world
everywhere else—along paths,
side banks, in the woods,
even at the edge of the driveway—
wind sown reminder
to look up
to not try so hard
all the damn time