Seedling

Oh I am a seedling,

husk broken open,

tender body pressed against the soil

All these inputs —

taste of minerals and water,

cold of night, warmth of day,

memories of past life

waking up within me,

things I feel but do not understand

I am very small,

at the mercy of all these things,

and I don’t know

what inner resources

I will bring —

They are just introducing themselves to me

now and now and now —

I will see

what we can do.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 19, 2014