April 3, 2013


Peas sprouting

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.