The Garden Behind the Moon

Reena Choudhary

It didn’t rain all summer.

Instead of water, my father used prayer

for his garden. Despite his friends’ laughter,

he planted spinach and lettuce,

countless rows of cucumbers

in beds lined up meticulously

ignoring old people’s warnings

about the drought.

Every afternoon, he pushed his hat back,

wiped off his sweat,

and looked up at the empty sky,

the sun scorching

the acacia trees shriveling in the heat.

In July, the ground looked like cement.

Like the ruins of a Roman thermal bath,

it kept the vestiges of a lost order,

traces of streams long gone.

He yelled at me to step back

from the impeccable architecture

of climbing green beans,

the trellis for tomatoes,

although there was nothing to be seen,

no seedlings, no tendrils,

not even weeds,

just parched, bare ground—

as if I were disturbing

the hidden sleep of seeds.

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Reena Choudhary is a Graduate from Delhi University (INDIA). she worked as a senior executive in Logistics Company then also worked in an Immigration Company. she is a mother of 5 year old son. she writes short stories and poetry. you can read it at ",