MUSTARD SEED
for Maria
I see you in kernels of rice,
palisade cells of leaves,
humble mustard seeds and redwood trees,
xylem veins carrying water, not blood,
phloem with sugars and minerals,
stomates like nostrils flaring, respiring,
transpiring, anchoring roots to earth,
branches to heaven. When you shape clouds, flood plains,
rain upon a parched palm,
you are half god, half woman,
yellow as turmeric, fragrant as cloves,
constant as the eventide.
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