the spirit that woke

as the wildflowers whispered

told me their secret


The Seed


were I a seed
I would trust the wind
And surrender to its gusts

I would land in a garden
or by a train track
or in a meadow
or by the sea
or in a sidewalk crack

I would have the opportunity to grow
and thrive
and be beautiful
and unique
and notice my essence

the essence of the seed that I am
trusts the way
and surrenders to what may be