Gardener

If you put a name on it, a light goes on: you can even see a face.

We can't wait to sit down, to write a poem.

Twice the horizon, divided over one day. In the morning and in the evening.

In between, people pray, bathe, eat, and receive the gardener.

Parchments are digitized and white is painted over white.

The cracks are protected from black and we turn our backs on you.