Seed
2021
Where did you think of going first,
to me or to her?
Where did you plant your seed,
in a garden or in a field?
I only ever dream
of meeting your needs.
I only ever dream
of a herb garden
brimming with rosemary,
chives, lemon balm, thyme
and a pot of basil
that sits on the kitchen table in Winter,
kept safely away from the frost.
I dream of going to the market
and picking out the best fruit,
the best roots.
I visit the cheese monger,
bakers, butcher, florist.
Would you kiss me in the morn?
Would you kiss me with my arms full
of dark, sweet bread and clementines?
Would you kiss my hand in blessing,
tell me I've done well?
I only ever dream
of getting dressed
in your line of sight.
Choosing between cashmere,
alpaca, fatty sheep's wool,
stood in my underwear
in the half-light,
not asking for your advice
but always hoping for your approval.
Where did you think of going first,
and does it really matter?
Where did you plant your seed,
and do I really care?
As long as I’m the last one standing
I'm content simply standing near.