
Photo by Gamaliel Masters
We grow a dream seed:
on our furthest branches
a seed which falls into rich soil.
In the night, hid from sight, new growth:
were we to see it in the day
we would say, "ah yes, I know you."
By day, we see it not:
by night, dancing feet cast dark sparks
new dream seeds.
So it is, by night, by day:
the great tree grows.
We know it not
nor need we.
Of all the children in the playground:
which of us can plant a seed in the morning
and not poke at it by noon? |
