The Plant Whisperer

Only those

. . . . . . . . . . . . for RSW, sine qua non

Only those willing to shoot the moon

will know

Either the price or joy

of loving

Only eagle wing rises

so high

And only eagles plunge

so deep

The sweet cautious mouse

in her corner

Fish sequestered in dappled tree

root pools

Cannot guess

To give, to risk, to bet, to let

go of all

Is the only hope,

the only reward

and everything there is

Naught else

Not even a mason jar of wild roses accepting sun

on the breakfast table

jjl

31 May 2009