To a Child
(Found here ) What did I plant? Today, these two Round-lobed leaves have spread Above the soil, but who Will tell me which black seed It was I dropped into the hole My finger made? Like stars That flower the blue bowl Of night, my sweet nameless Things grow And will be what they are, In ordered patterns. Now, They don’t cohere. No picture Emerges for me. You, Too, may Grow to learn that fiat Is all that you can say — Love someone like that. Reap uncertainty. ~Sally Thomas
