Milwaukee OnLine Journal Of Social Enterprise

Seeds in the Ground

I got home after dark tonight, and
watered the part of the garden recently planted,
as I’ll be leaving for work before dawn, and

don’t want my babies drying out.

Standing there, hose in hand,
water arcing towards pea, kale,
spinach, and cilantro embryos, I reflect
that I’m similar to these seeds in the ground,
more potential than actuality,
striving towards my destiny
much as they naturally grow upwards,
through dirt and compost, encouraged
by the invisible sun’s warmth,

nurtured by soil, and rain, or
a drink from Lake Michigan.

It’s easy to fool myself into thinking
I’ve got nothing in common with seeds…
after all, I have a job, drive a car, and
do various other things not
usually associated with tiny seedlings
just beginning to break through---

but

in moments of lucidity, like tonight,
when standing in the quiet garden,
as water soaks into the ground,

I feel a deep kinship with
all things blindly groping
in darkness, towards light

—HarveyTaylor
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