within my gardener's pockets are seeds
i harvested all seasons-
round & small as buttons
flat & pointed as pins
white, brown, speckled, yellow, black
or shiny and pearly
i have all the colors-
soon, i will open my shed for more seeds-
mottled, scarred, rusty, half-pitted ones-
it comes
from all over my travels
i have kept them in the darkness for the season
but now it it time
to scatter them in the wide fields
all the seeds are covered with soil & water & compost
i don't know which ones will take root & grow
some will blossom in a few weeks with leaves
some will decay underneath the soil and never
even bloom
but this i know: all are good
so are the sky, sun, rain, cloud storms and creatures
pollinating and moving the pollen & grains-
there will be good fruits to harvest
there will also be plants to prune and throw away
one rotten apple does not mean the tree is not good
sometimes we just need to look for other good apples
& often times finding one good apple is enough
for this gnarled gardener's hands
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - A discussion on Good and Evil, hosted by Punam. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
