Seeds

 by a.m. moscoso

Who planted the seeds that took root along the road to Riversleigh?

Who planted the Nightshade and Rosary Peas and Elephant Ears that grew wild and choked the life out of the roses and daisies and wildflowers that used to grow there?

Who do you think took those seeds from gardens tended by Monks with no faces and Women with no eyes and  who do you think stole each one of those seeds with the steady hand of a surgeon from resting places in the sour dark earth that cover long ago graves?

Who planted those seeds in the dark, dropping each one into the earth with dusty cold hands - smoothing the earth back over again with a foot encased in leather with heels worn away from miles and miles of namless roads that cut through miles and miles of nameless towns?

I wonder.

It’s just a thought, one little seed from me…

to you.