Poem-a-day #4

[greenstorm]

Writing is to my sense of self what a swingset is to my proprioception

Emergence

They say the whole plant is formed in the seed
Tiny leaves, tiny stem, tiny roots
Dreaming its future self into being

Then comes the unfurling.
It all falls apart.
The seed coat rends. The water soaks. The molds attack. The sunlight burns.
So much soil to dig through. So much gravity to fight.

Dreaming,
Rending,
Every year.
Then, fully realized,
Leaf and flower and stem and root,
Expansively twine into the whole wide world.