Seeds in the soil,
I wait, hoping conditions are right for germination.
Rockets and green zebras sprinkled in egg cartons.
A light on in the oven to warm them.
Is it too warm?
And I let them dry out.
I wait for little plants to sprout,
for tiny leaves and stems to tell me,
You did it.
This is me learning, tempering my ambition.
I will be tending to gentle life,
Springing forth from fertile soil.