my first (my second) garden:
the primordial:     nothingness.
Out of which.
The undomesticated.

not bad. Not bad for
a start:  the garden
again, here,  north
(of) America  not
bad for a start, a snow
white page,  and this our
daily, this every:   come, muse
find me my (singing): the red-winged
blackbird   by the slough
(in spring)       perched
on a dead cattail
(resist   the temptation
to give it form   resist
the temptation         )

Note: After landing in a foggy Toronto, with this poem scribbled on a piece of paper in his jeans' back-pocket, he walks into all the pedestrians enjoying the first warm days of spring. Also now accepting applications for a muse: must be as intense as a well executed villanelle.