I want to go back

by Margaret

I want to go back to everything as I left it:

Back to the taste of carrot cake and quiche Lorraine.

Back to see a nuthatch dash in and out to feed.

Back to hear the pheasant make his presence known.

Back to watch the geese fly north like a string of broken pearls.

Back to sit in rusted chairs by the dried-up pond.

Back to cut back trees, collect leaves in builders’ bags, before the relentless rain.

But I know I won’t go back to that garden of granite stones, impossible to mow..