On Going Wild

The spring that was welling up in the garden
has been diverted. I spill out, instead,
All over the place. It catches me
unawares.

I need to go wild, you say.

The lawn is newly laid
No growth now 'til spring.

You say you can teach me

Wild, without feeling,
Seed without sun.

And if I could
And if you could
I think the spring might catch us both
unawares.