Physical Science {a #poem}
“Samara,” she said and the words
took flight in my hearing,
invisible windborne flora
soaring across my thoughts.
She spoke of wings, a divine
creation spinning towards
earth to plant itself like a
stubborn weed-fierce and stuck.
Imagination took root,
sending me flying home
towards Webster’s–
‘some-are-uh’ – and there
a black and white drawing of
a seed with wings
“an indehiscent, usually
one-seeded fruit, of the ash
or maple.”
Like that spinning tree-gift
may I fly holy words,
carrying the seed of my
Saviour to land, stuck
and stubborn, finally
splitting into silent roots
then skyward, bearing
fruit with wings.
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sometimes a poem inspires a poem.
Thank you, Laurie Klein
