To a gardener

Don't tread shy sprouts with your burdening steps;
they might die, yes, they might die...

They might bend and feed the earth with their youth,
while it needs strong arbors to free it.

They might rise full of doubt and deny the essence of light,
crawling under feet like poisonous snakes, though still desperate for beauty;

They might wither, oh yes, they might wither
and when you fear it the most, your world will turn into dust.

So,
don't tread shy sprouts with your burdening steps;
every day you might let a miracle
become
routine.

(2006)