Meditation If I can find a silent place Between my shards of stars I’ll wrap me up and rest. I’ll consider Granny’s garden How she hoed and raked the ground, Planted straight by strings and stakes In rows from North to South, Peas, cabbages and cucumbers, Potato eyes buried in the old of the moon, Four corn kernels in each covered hill, And, beside her country road, Two rows of yellow daisies. Then I’ll plant my soft leaved milkweed Criss-curved about my grotto, And watch each pinstriped caterpillar Wrap its secret inner core, Wait there in its cave of life − Trembling, Surprised, Unfolding wings.

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