One imagines the first garden
Mary taught Jesus to plant
on the first of May
in the holier-to-be land,
how the child played the soil
for the pure
joy of Genesis, while the old man
smiled out the window
of his workshop, dreaming of the day
when the boy (how he whirls
to make everything so beautiful!)
grows up to have his own
family, fruitful enough to outgrow
the whole world.