As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay
when, heedless, she flew over the meadow.
She had swallowed me in my homeland when she spied me
lying easy under the sun-briefly,I called her mother
before I passed through her gullet like a ghost.
In a blink of God eye's I was a orphan. I trembled
where I fell, alone in the dirt. That first night
was a long night, early May and chilly, I remember
rain filled my furrow. I called out for mercy-
only a wolverine wandered by. I cursed my luck,
I cursed the happenstance of this world, I smelled
his hot stink, but he nosed me deep into the mud-
this was the gift obscurity. I germinated, hidden
from the giants of earth, the jostling stalks,
the various, boisterous bloomers, and this my salvation.
After seven days and nights I pushed through-
yes. Here I am, kissable:your tiny, purple porfusion.