Do You Think of Me?

Do you think of me?

I'm alone in my tower, my box, alone and alone. 

The garden keeps me several steps out of the box house. 
I'm told it counts.

Work hard, sweat, dig, clip, pull, water, plant, pat black dirt.

Plant, pinch, snap, yank, cut, chop, break.

Gaze, wonder, hope, peruse, plan.

Strip leaves from branches. 
Plant, push, grab.

Cry, sigh, sob, yell, scream, stomp!

And plant.

Finally,
water.