his garden

he can hardly see,
but
into the garden
he goes
on bended knees.
the dirt is known.
the seeds, the spade
and hose.
the square of ground
he's worked at
for thirty years
or more.
it's just tomatoes,
peppers,
that sort of thing.
but still,
something he can hold
onto,
something to wait
and look forward
to this spring.