Oh I am a seedling,
husk broken open,
tender body pressed against the soil

All these inputs —
taste of minerals and water,
cold of night, warmth of day,
memories of past life
waking up within me,
things I feel but do not understand

I am very small,
at the mercy of all these things,
and I don’t know
what inner resources
I will bring —
They are just introducing themselves to me
now and now and now —
I will see
what we can do.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 19, 2014