Updated: Jan 29
This poem makes me think of my Turkish "daughter" and teacher. Seda, who seems to cause plants to grow by merely looking at them.
It’s cold outside.
I planted some little tomato and pepper seeds in containers
And placed them in a warm spot on a windowsill.
I watered them and checked every day to see if anything germinated.
When I saw little flecks of green pop up
I was so happy
It surprised me how much this little thing delighted me.
Little sprouts popped up from the seemingly inert earth.
The look like little green stars in a dark night sky--
Like they came out of nowhere.
And they sprouted inside me as well.
For I was reminded that inside my heart and mind--dreams
There are seeds waiting to sprout
Even when my heart feels fallow..,
And who knows what great fruit they will bear.
The sprouts remind me that I too am alive
And greater things can be
However cold the world may be
How ever dark and sterile the grounds of human existence may appear
However hostile the climate outside of me,
I am bearing dreams are waiting to sprout and grow
Until they bear fruit sweeter than any I have known before.
Fruits of love and creativity
Now that you know this,
Find what waits to sprout inside you
And watch it grow to enlarge your heart