today when the sky wraps around us as blue as memory today when the world is so big

and continues to spin today when the birds stutter before beginning their song today when

the trees look too tall standing at attention today when you plant a seed into the ground you

remember that plants store memories mostly for survival as they escape the hunger of youth

recalling what to do in a drought and which way to point at noon when the sun is high in the sky

and the world continues to spin you ask what the seed is learning today only just buried still

settling into this soft home the hands that planted it could’ve been from a human or a possum

or it is possible that the seed can’t tell whether it is a hand at all that it feels like a bird’s beak

storing its food over the winter but of course the seed can tell that it is not winter the earth

is much too warm the seed can tell that it has rained this week because the soil does not resist

against new sprouts the hands don’t matter in the end though you hope the plant remembers you

months later when you feel how glossy its new leaves are when you pick the first ripe berry

when the world is still so big when care is all we have and all we owe and the sky

feels closer to us all
blue as stutter and hunger,

I feel winter rain,

again, the world is all.