Wisdom in Poetry: What Broccoli Knows
Poets have a way of looking at ordinary items, events and creatures and seeing in them wisdom, humor or messages that open windows in our hearts and minds.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer's poems often open my heart. And she posts a poem to her blog "A Hundred Falling Veils" every day! UUCW member Susan Endes sent me the one shared below -- I hope it sparks a joyful "ah hah" in you as it did in me. (P.S. The photo of broccoli sprouts is by Julie Gibbons - found on Wikipedia)
CONSIDERING RESILIENCE by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Today I talk to the broccoli sprouts.
I kneel down beside their bed.
You can do it, I tell them.
I don’t mention that every summer
there is a hail storm that will
puncture and tear their leaves,
that bits of their green will litter the soil.
Though the sprouts are less
than half an inch tall,
the leaves already look tough—
like thick four leaf clover.
The hail, though, will be tougher.
Perhaps I don’t want
to tell myself how tough things will get.
Would rather encourage. Would rather play.
Would rather revel in the day’s sun.
But today, there’s no lying to the self—
the inner hail has already come;
my leaves hang in tatters.
All around me, flower petals
are fallen, scattered.
Out of season, widespread wreckage.
There is an inner knowing, though—
one that needs no one else
to encourage it. It knows to grow,
to grow despite the damage, to grow,
because damage. To grow. It knows
to grow, because that is what we are here to do,
our new leaves coming in to support the old,
to support the whole, every bit as vulnerable,
and green, so green.