If it wasn't a cold digital reading and the push of a vinyl button
The nurse had found an errant blue-black seed in the crack between the driveway and her mother's vegetable garden
And warmed the soil so as not to shock the fragile thing, and misted it with a thoroughly rinsed spray n wash bottle
Each morning, bleary-eyed, sensing how many spurts might replicate a humid morning in Bangledesh
And cradled its trailings as she transferred it to a larger space along the side of the house
Between the pottery kiln with the frayed power cord and the deflated basketball,
Would there be a pain justi....
I notice my thoughts have carried me away again and I bow to them like Jack Kornfield's tapes taught me,
Acknowledge the 7 year old Mennonite girl across the childrens section of the Kanab Library
Realize that I'd shifted my arm to obstruct her view of my more obvious arm tattoos without even thinking about it
