In youth I was beguiled
By master gardeners who, sowing words, raised
that fed and healed.
I thought it would be grand
To grow thought out thought things
Soul food for children of the new day comin’
In those days it was thought
That authority rested in
Knowledge that required
The only debate
was over what was worth knowing
and who was worth cultivating.
And so, I studied.
Apprenticed myself to those
who had never seen the likes of me
do more than pull a plow.
Brought the seeds from my grandmother’s garden
“See? This too, is beautiful.
And its fruit makes all of us strong
And one day this will be