Seeds

by Paul Chubbuck

A gift, these tiny bundles of life,
A billion kinds this spring,
burst from the womb of our spinning home
renewing, blossoming, bearing.

Where are the other billion?

They rest or sprout in faraway soils.
Or, fragile, in the wet wombs of women you know,
Or other myriad females,
Mothers, mares, hens, and sows,
bitches, tabbies, dams, girls, and cows.

Or they fed the hungry bellies of the living
During the long winter,
Were secreted by the winged,
Gobbled by the four-leggeds
Consumed by the crawlers,
Fed on, shat, stored, and planted,
Gifted, purchased, stolen, traded,
Buried, nibbled, potted, raided.
Beaded, dyed, twisted, braided.

Peeled, cooked, boiled, fried, and eaten,
They filled your belly
During the long winter.

Or they went unnoticed,
These miracles of life feeding life,
and re-bearing re-birth.

Notice.

Paul Chubbuck is a practicing psychotherapist in Fort Collins, CO, using Somatic Experiencing® to help people release trauma, abuse, and loss. He may be reached at 970-493-2958 or through his website at www.releasingthepast.com.

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