Patches of
weeds
Are where
honeybees grow
Where
grasshoppers live
Where field
mice make their communities
And the fragrance
is more wild
Less stable
and consistent
Now you smell
it, now you don’t
Flower and musk
and herb and dew
But here
there is mercy
A grace
beyond the regal and cultivated
Generosity
of life, benevolent stamina
The
endurance of that which has not allowed itself to be tamed.
Can you save
us, patch of weeds
Untamed
tangle of chaos and life?
We are desperate
for your blessing
For your motley
masses of flora and fauna
Bring us
back to communion with the wild
To life
overbearing and uncontrollable
To earthy
vitality and uncivilized grace
Save me,
patch of weeds.
No comments:
Post a Comment