BOTANICAL

Dark

here under
the concrete
beneath the soil,
inside the
cotyledon.

But I am
pushing up
toward light
above this all
because I
know my

Petals are
red and
ready.

And the
rudiment
inside me, so big
my objective
so clear;
it is not I, but

Upward and
out, into the
shine of destiny
I must grow

The density
of the dirt
and the grave
is immaterial

Time is just
the matter

Watch for me.
I am
igniting.

March 1999