Ocean Garden

At night
when the moon is the shape of a plea
I leave my bed
wade into my garden
dip my hands into soil
inhale centuries,
earth beneath my fingernails

The lilies are sails
peonies are corals
lavender lulls me closer,

Each tells its story
and the moon reminds me
I can swim here all night

Lisa Alletson

Lisa Alletson grew up in South Africa and the UK, and now lives in Canada. Her poetic imagery draws on geographic and cultural features from all three lands. She has poetry forthcoming or published in New Ohio Review, The Lumiere Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, SilverBirch Press, Bangalore Review, Beyond Words, Osmosis Press and by the League of Canadian Poets- Poetry Pause. She writes daily on Twitter at @lotustongue.