Ascending Seed
From oneness
With the mother plant
To stark darkness:
Sealed package
Suddenly
Light!
Filtering through
Wet paper towel
Still can’t see —
What’s out there?
Ooh,
Sprouting???
Ah.
Dark again
Different darkness, though
Feel nourishment and
Support
All around
Close
Mmmm…
More water, too
And a voice
Describing some beautiful
Flowering vine
I will become
Waving in the sun
Welcoming the bees
I cannot
Imagine it
For now
I will stretch
I will grow
I will wait
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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet
Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land
Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap
Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak
