Doctor Gachet's Garden in Auvers
They are quiet now. The walls
inside their minds have fallen.
The hours of understanding
draw near and soon will pass.
Sometimes at night, watching at the window,
it is suddenly all right.
What their hands touch is solid,
and their hearts lift as if in prayer.
Their eyes gaze, relieved,
upon the garden
at last undeformed, and safely
contained within its square,
which in contrast to the uneasy world
keeps being itself and never gets lost.