Grow
2010 April 30
Note: Rough, still. Thank you for your criticisms.
I hid your roots
from the sun
In the darkness
Of the earth
It grows:
a love
Your finger burrowed
Like the head
of a worm
Tucked in my
Hole
The seed
shifted
as the soil
rearranges
As the worm
wriggles
around looking
for food -
The sap which gives it
Life
Time
counts itself
backward
And implodes -
The shell cracks
Then
the soil forms
a crevice
and it spurts the
moist head
of a seedling
