What the Garden Knows
I have not done enough with soil and seed,
but the garden does not wait for my readiness.
It goes on greening at the edges of neglect,
pressing upward through whatever I have failed to tend.
There is a lesson here I keep receiving —
that growing is not an act of will
but of surrender.
The seed does not strive.
It simply trusts the dark,
and opens anyway.
Inspired by a tutorial by Rita. poetry ©Stacy Stephens