Monday, April 06, 2009

Origin Poem

First, the seed grew

inside the eggplant:

moist, dark, potent.

Knifed into light, dried

on the sill,

tucked away a year.

In Spring, into soil,

moist and dark and potent,

life truly began again.

From the inside out,

the seed grew

a whole new world.

(Response to Poetry prompts for April.)