let us go from harsh winter’s end,
direct to fall harvest
have it all – sown and grown and ready –
wouldn’t you rather skip past the tedious waiting
for a seed planted, still hidden in the earth?
and the time,
oh, the time!
a growing thing takes.
being still. waving in the wind.
closing for the night with the moon.
wouldn’t it be better to not endure the uncertainty
of every flower-before-fruit? (will it bloom? what color, what hue?)
(neither spring nor summer required)
(no frivolous time-wasting in delicious anticipation
of the next surprise unfolding)
wouldn’t you prefer to instant-same-time move
from an idea of an acorn
to the truth
of the great oak?
nah. didn’t think so!