in middle earth
she plants.
a sphere of molten darkness
she walks hunched continuously
planting step, planting step
But what if none of your seeds bloom?
The earth, the temperature, the noxious?
but this is her job, to plant
to lay the seeds and leave
nature fate eventuality
do its own work
she’s unconcerned for the future
because her part is
to plant them.
not judge or
maneuver or fret:
Seeds must be sown
simply
because they must.
And she is content.
Owning Voice 