after Catherine W. Carter
The only sense we make is where we come from:
the Hess branch a German vintage,
McCammons tribalizing Ireland’s greens;
how the Saylors arrived is no mystery, either.
Farmers they all became, eventually,
farmers who left their fields
until one daughter remained true to her trade,
if not her ancestral tag.
At the end of your life, have you chosen
what they carve in your stone? Brief title
that outlives the rest, no matter
where you started or as what.
Does the final plot make you a gardner at last?