sow be it

I planted my head firmly within the fertile soil
In hopes that it would seed a tree of knowledge
I soaked the earth with fresh flowed tears,
For a time that seemed of many years

Yet seed gave not root,
Nor did root befall blossom

I was alone without knowledge in the dirt.

Then a sound nearby,
From a common passerby
As words were spoken from a worm in the earth
It said ‘I without eye know that which you don’t see’
And laughed as it passed me by

So here is where I stand,
Lacking knowledge in head or hand
Wearing dirt throughout my hair,
Rump stuck high up in the air

If anyone finds me in this way,
Be it God
For nobody else would understand.





-j.g.smith (09/15/08)