Alice Walker

(9 February 1944 - / Eatonton Georgia)

Going Out To The Garden - Poem by Alice Walker

Going out to the garden
this morning
to plant seeds
for my winter greens
-the strong, fiery mustard
& the milder
broadleaf turnip-
I saw a gecko
who
like the rest of us
has been
reeling
from the heat.

Geckos like heat
I know this
but the heat
these last few days
has been excessive
for us
& for them.

A spray of water
from the hose
touched its skin:
I thought it would
run away.
There are crevices
aplenty
to hide in:
the garden wall
is made of stones.

But no
not only
did the gecko
not run away
it appeared
to raise
its eyes
& head
looking for more.

I gave it.

Squirt after
squirt
of cooling
spray
from the green
garden hose.

Is it the end
of the world?
It seemed to ask.
This bliss,
is it Paradise?

I bathed it
until we were both
washed clean
of the troubles
of this world
at least for this moment:
this moment of pleasure
of gecko
joy
as I with so much happiness
played Goddess
to Gecko.


Comments about Going Out To The Garden by Alice Walker

  • Silver Star - 4,494 Points John Richter (5/1/2015 7:17:00 AM)

    Alice Walker, I think that I may very well be falling in love with you.... How beautiful your vision is...... (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 741 Points Sreelekha Premjit (3/21/2012 7:39:00 AM)

    such a beautiful poem, truly an evidence to your beautiful mind. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 12 Points Martin O'Neill (3/16/2012 6:59:00 AM)

    This is just delightful. I could feel the gecko's pleasure from here and yours in return. A wonderful moment captured perfectly. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 16, 2012


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