Another entry for our poetry contest!
Hymn for the Weeds
By Lindsay Wilson
Where I draw back earth
or clear the land,
you come so quick
and flourish
as if saying,
“It’s ok,
I know you didn’t mean
to do that,
that way.”
And, dropping your seeds and leaves
after sending your strong roots
deep into the soil,
you build things up from the ground again --
drawing up,
releasing,
building,
nourishing
balancing…
And, I know this is what you do
for my body, too.
It’s as if you know
I am moving the earth
to find you.
Faithful friends,
let us mend ourselves
together:
you flourishing in disturbed land
after my twisting and turning
turned the soil so,
just to be closer to you.
From your leaves
drops the word –
love.
I can hear it fan off your stems
with the slightest breeze.
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