Start with a seed
soak it in liquid
until its shell softens
and the tender bits
inside swell and pulse.
Don’t scratch the seed
coat, or prod with a sharp
knife. The magic
happens on its own. Let
it find its way to yellow
skies, stand on its own
spindle legs; under
stand it does need you,
your kind breath, your
patient gaze. Or if it’s
not quite need, let’s say
want, or better yet
bask. The seed basks
in your waiting. Isn’t
that worth your time?