Thursday 31 May 2012
Grow where you stand
I
wipe the
soil from my
hands and stand.
Surveying the land,
there is nothing grand
to see as yet, only the
furrows of dirt still wet
from the first drink offered to this infant garden
bed. Seeds planted and placed to form an as-yet invisible
lace that will grace this space with the blooms from nature’s loom.
In their dormant state, those seeds contain innate instructions to
germinate, infiltrate and dominate the hand of space where they
land, growing tall from the place they stand. I will walk over
this patch each day to scratch away at the earth making
sure the berth equals the worth of the seeds. In
time with my feeding they will grow to seedlings,
needing the soft thudding
of water on the soil to start budding and
coiling toward the sky. Without asking of
why they will climb high and try, even if I
left them to die. I will sit in my garden for it
to smooth the hardened edges life drives into
wedges of my soul. The way a flower takes its
place in the world and slowly unfurls pearls
of beauty curling for all to see, stops
me questioning if what I am, is
less than what
I
s
h
o
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l
d
b
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