Buried Within the Garden

Everyone knows about the plants

the seeds

the bulbs

both active and dormant.

Most notice the songbirds and butterflies,
bees;
even moths. 

 Less know about the community of

moles, voles, ground squirrels and grubs;

worms, snakes,

beneath our soles.

They live and die.
Some never see the light.
Most never see us.

But we live together
as bones and skin do;
never touching
each unaware of the other.

They must not think of us often

as few of us heed them.

We pass through
in separate worlds

independently
dependant.

They continue beneath us
as over their heads we continue
to live and die;

some never seeing the light.