I'm Growing Things

I’m growing things. A baby and vegetables,

taking root in the deep soil of

my womb, spreading small

fingers and fragile golden

hair to the boundary of their

containment.

I’m growing things. A baby and vegetables:

first, a wee heart of hemp,

cultivated beet by beet with the

sweet liquid of the sun.

Innate food of the earth seeping into

small passageways to

transfigure the seed into

lungs of leek, and carrot-coloured

kidneys, tiny turnip

branches of our family,

pushing forth into light and

waiflike pathways.

I’m growing things.