What to make of a tomato? Perhaps it is the red skin, or the way the plant grows in such a tangle you need to frame. Each one makes you think you could conquer the known world, like the Romans which is maybe why there is one called Roma? ©️ Emma Steel
A small red proof that conquest is overrated and cultivation is not.
Cultivation also does not leave a bitter taste in your mouth, unless that’s what you’re growing for.
Indeed. Maybe we are also gardens, and we slowly cultivate what we become.
These Waiting Boughs
~
I tend the beds of my own growth,
trunk and bough,
with the will reach the sky.
Beneath me the garden has wilted,
the shade too much for the past,
and those who climbed
this rough bark only memories,
but the sun brings green shoots,
the air filled with mysteries
and things still to see,
and I will push further.
What and who will live
within my canopy,
hugged by foliage
I do not know today,
the future rides other sunrises.
Until the future meets me,
I will follow the seasons,
resting, growing, shedding,
the leaves unfurling and falling
to their own cycle,
and watch the garden bloom
beneath these waiting boughs.
A small red proof that conquest is overrated and cultivation is not.
Cultivation also does not leave a bitter taste in your mouth, unless that’s what you’re growing for.
Indeed. Maybe we are also gardens, and we slowly cultivate what we become.
These Waiting Boughs
~
I tend the beds of my own growth,
trunk and bough,
with the will reach the sky.
~
Beneath me the garden has wilted,
the shade too much for the past,
and those who climbed
this rough bark only memories,
~
but the sun brings green shoots,
the air filled with mysteries
and things still to see,
and I will push further.
~
What and who will live
within my canopy,
hugged by foliage
I do not know today,
the future rides other sunrises.
~
Until the future meets me,
I will follow the seasons,
resting, growing, shedding,
the leaves unfurling and falling
to their own cycle,
and watch the garden bloom
beneath these waiting boughs.