untitled poem

In Memoriam, Jack Zimmerman, my champion, 7/29/15-9/3/11

for Grandpa Zim

In the garden I dream
the seeds of all
longing
have taken flight,
waiting
to germinate
with the perennial
blooms,
ripening fruits, stems
of greens pushing through
ceilings of soft earth,
the evening light
a halo
around the heads of sunflowers
where possibility sleeps
and the jays in the apple tree
announce
another tomorrow.