We spend time
twisting, below,
in the dark.
Beneath the apparent,
beneath judgement,
below.
Shut away with the rot
and the darkness
in the depth of being.
Each seed sprouts
in whatever direction
it sprouts.
No enticement speeds the process;
no misdirection occurs.
Upon opening, this covenant
between Earth and sun
nurtures and directs anything that grows.
Below, timeless,
spending time.
Seed breaks, sprout lifts,
finds itself in the sun.
Copyright 2007 Todd Mertz