Seeds

It was freely given, a memento of a time, together.

I planted them unknowing
an impulsive moment, to see.
I didn’t know if it was the right time or conditions
to start their life.

Two peaked through and stretched,
light green shoots – beautiful life –
because they had to.

I marvelled and watered and looked
as they tenderly
reached
outstretched
longing.

We nurture tender growing in the morning, early.
Our pens – green shoots –
searching, listening
to our callings.

Will they grow chilli’s?
Despite our imperfect unknowing?