Trust Has Made a Gardener of Me
Like the
inviolable seed
of the chestnut tree,
you once hid inside
a prickly exterior to keep me
from getting too close to you.
and even when, with the passage of time,
you shed that shell that had served you so well,
you kept us from any real contact
with a covering so smooth it was hard to get a hold
of you.
But when your inherent longing for growth
called you to set aside your need for such protection,
you so hesitantly chose to disclose your sweet center
meat
and to share that kernel of self with one you hoped
would nurture and feed
the soul of the tree
that lay unseen
inside the seed.
Such trust has made
a gardener
of me.
(c) 1996 Madamesansnom
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