Watch the seed
grow,
until it cracks the face
of all that you have known.
Concrete,
or skin.
What’s within
won’t be denied.
Doesn’t care
about the ineffectual.
The thing planted below
so long ago
has but one prerogative.
to seek the light
and grow,
until it bears fruit.
Propagate
a new strain,
a new species,
if nature will allow it.
Crack along the sidewalk
teems with life.
The little split in the skin
by your eye
sends out
a little tendril.
You used to hide
What’s inside you,
but now,
it’s showing through.
I hope
the foliage
that one day takes the place
of all of this
bears abundant
and beautiful fruit.
And I hope you do, too.
No changing
what you’ve sown.
You reap whatever grows.
Can’t deny
what’s growing out of you.
Will it be beautiful?
Or will it corrupt
and destroy what you are?
Heaven knows.
We’re all gardens inside,
even under our concrete facades.
What we sow,
we reap.
Ours to keep.
Something new
for all to see.
There’s no hiding it, now.
HG – 2022
