The Seed
I remember
being
in a beautiful packet
with others who looked like me.
Sometimes we
wondered what was outside
our dark pouch.
We’d hear noises.
“O-o-o, look at this one!
It’s so pretty.
Should I get these? “
We did not know what this meant.
We knew only
closeness
being together.
We were comfortable
with our lives.
We knew what to expect.
But one day,
when someone said,
“O-o-o, look at this one,”
we were jostled around
out of our comfortable
place.
We were still
in the pouch
close
together.
One day
our dark pouch was ripped open.
We saw something
blinding,
yet warm.
What was it?
I was scared.
Someone whispered,
“Light.”
I barely remembered light
From when I first came to be.
Things changed quickly then.
The voice took all of us
out to the garden.
One by one
the voice put us into holes
one of us in each hole.
I was really scared.
For the first time
I was truly alone.
I looked around.
Everything I knew
that was familiar
that was comfortable
was gone.
I was alone
in the dark
with only dirt around me.
Occasionally I would feel
something slither by
or I’d feel something
jumping around
chirping above me.
But I was alone.
I did not know
how long my situation
would last.
I just stayed there.
Occasionally
I’d absorb
water that came to me.
I was in the dark.
I was alone.
I did not know what was happening.
I began to sense
something was changing.
I felt tremors inside.
Now I was really scared
…and hopeful.
Whatever I was feeling
seemed like it was
supposed to be.
Everything began to feel
…tight
Like I was about to burst.
I was still alone
still scared
But now with more hope.