mundane musing the twenty-fifth

seeds

the seeds went into the tray just the other day

sprinkled on top of crumb cake earth so rich and dark

it was difficult to tamp down the urge to bring

some to mouth

would it nourish this body

was the thought that came to mind

and the mind, so full of competing thoughts

of revulsion and compulsion

finally conjured up most unpleasant imagery

to ward off that repulsive hunger

but the seeds were there, ready to heed the

imperative to grow

and now they’re sprouting

soon they will send green shoots up to match

the tiny feeding rootlets below

uniform in their stretch to the light

and dark networks

if these toes were planted

would they grow roots

would arms mimic grass and reach for the sun?

(written 29 march 2018)