April 6, 2020

Where the People Do Not Perish

     Where there is no vision, the people perish:
     but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.

                                         - Proverbs 29:18

This potato, this one here, the one that fits snug
in my hand like a toddler's shoe or the oblong egg
of some large, strange bird, will give me about
two dozen more. Talk about return on investment.

I set it out in the light, with a few dozen more,
to turn on the growth genes. It turns green.
It grows eyes. Eyes. Eyes that will see in the dark.

I cut this one into four pieces, each with one or
two eyes, eyes that probe darkness, upon planting,
for good, rich matter to concentrate into food.
I should, perhaps, concentrate into food myself.

Vision proliferates in this cool concentration.
More eyes appear, and some make their way
upward, to draw power, freely, from the sun.

And in the presence of water, not too much and
not too little, power begets power. It is a sight
to behold, this concentration of power, just
below the surface of things, visionary power.