It was a time of the Gardens, of creating a space for growth, and Alex was there, hair matted and smoked with manure, as always, tending the borders. Carefully, he looked at me. He didn't say anything, but his look smelt out the top soil. Was I grower or plunderer? There is always ambiguity in relationships. Alex's gaze, moving sideways, was quizzical. Did I dare look at the mouth, go beyond the hair and take in the whole body as a meaning which confirmed the message of the gaze? The querying eyes, enticed an answer to the bordercrossing, to the herbaceous garden which needed tending. It is Growth and Care that matter. Now the Garden does not have the Gardener, the borders are commandeered by the Disney-men, the Disney men who alone are happy today. But Alex's eyes will leap and surprise us by keeping on asking Are you plundering or growing? And the hair? Fertilize, fertilize. Ioan Davies 27.x.1993
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