planting

in cities around the world
people filling the streets
with their bodies
fighting for workers
for humans
for dignity
and me, in this small patch of sun in this small patch of grass
mixing up a small batch of potting soil and
filling up a tray and dropping seeds that will become petals and stems
and leaves

family because we are

walking through the thinnest mist
this morning
and loving the grey sky above the green summer-leafed-out trees
and the little bits of water
visible everywhere (near/far) in the air
_______
standing on cool ranch porch
and finding that the bat has returned to its roost after a day of absence
while mama cat looks up at me from where she weaves between my feet and as
ashby the cat approaches on the path
i say something like oh good, we’re all together again
as if we are family
because, in fact, we are
_______

the second bouquet i’ve brought
to a second friend
in two days
which makes me think something like
come for the pollination
and stay for the a-beautiful-thing-to-give-to-people-so-that-you-never-show-up-empty-handed bonus