In My Garden

I planted my garden
on the edge of the world,
where all things fell
and all stories uncurled

from their tangles of time,
and they watered my thoughts
with hearts and souls
and whole lives in snapshots.

In my time, I tended
this garden of lost things,
placed the lost peasants
alongside the lost kings

whose wealth could not follow
them down to this place,
where all things fell
and nothing gave chase.

So I planted them all,
one by one, in the earth,
for at the end of all things
they had each equal worth.