The Gardener

Grey dust.
An airless dead domain.
Dry stone, and radiation
encrusts the lunar plain.

He looks up, at Earth,
but not for long.
He smiles, and kneels.
Work to be done.

Day and night is toil and toil.
One worker, on this island moon.
With perfect care for tiny lives
he plants his love in sterile soil.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.