© Sascha Darlington
This is my first time writing to a dVerse–Poets Pub Prompt. If you wish to take part, you’ll find the information HERE.
Chiles, eggplant, tomatoes
crave soil, capricious temperatures
stay my impulse to plant.
Soon, I think, soon.
Fingers splay in the dirt
Wiggle as worms.
When I was little
I would hold them
wonder about them
peer pressure prompted
change. Still on drenched days
their painstaking passage
gives pause, logic prevails.
Days lengthen, longer for growing
I welcome the sun as I once welcomed dark.
Since mortality pecked my nose
echoing temporary, temporary
thoughts emerge in darkness
like a mind worming through rich earth
time runs nigh, sighs turn inward.
The Spring barred owl call gives way
to lengthy trills of the mockingbird
deep into the night, joyful fugue.