
I rejoiced to see you emerge from the fecund and spongy soil
Where your seed was carefully wrapped in the warm earth
The vessel where you begin your short life is small and light
To bring you to a safe space and protect you from the killing frost
So, you can have enough time to fully develop and bear fruit
Before the brutal summer sun saps your strength and dries your roots
Yet your life will not transpire in these carefully controlled conditions
To reach your full size you must grow beyond the confines of this pot
Eventually, you will be transplanted into a place prepared in the garden
Where the sun shines, the rain falls, the wind blows, and the soil is deep
To sink your roots deep in during the hot days and the chilling nights
As I add water or perhaps cover you in the event of a late spring freeze
But as you grow, you need my protection less as your roots drive deep
It is in the garden with worms and weeds where the flowers and fruit mature
As I think on your short life from seed to sprout to fruit
Started in winter, growing in spring and gone in the summer
I ponder the balance between sheltering and smothering
The necessity of providing a safety from the life destroying frost
Is as essential as letting things grow in the uncomfortable world
Knowing what supports the seedlings struggle to reach fruition
And what prevents their growth beyond the vessels they start in