for Florencia Lozano
I take the time each day to plant a seed,
And even then, that doesn’t mean it grows.
Burned by the sun or stifled by a weed,
Drowned by a thunderstorm, devoured by crows—
It may not ever live to bud and flower
No matter how I tend it, or I pray.
Over its future life, I have no power.
Which is why I keep planting, day by day.
I will not live to see this garden grow
And make seeds of its own from what I plant.
Time is the reaper; I am here to sow
And say “Watch me!” when the world says “You can’t.”
And do what I do out of love and need
And make the time each day to plant a seed.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells