we pulled an insanity of self-sown burdock
to make room for something easier to love
in the overlapping thresholds
of the backyard

not sure if our work will get done in time
and if in time is about the future or the past
when I make my tea, hibiscus, mint,
what kind of sane am I longing for

the brain around my brain
increasingly haywire
making it harder to love an old place
or pick up the newer signals

yet, in my rewilding
no anarchy