Trust me with growing too; how still I am,
Flower who opens my heart to run cool,
Trusting the rain, and the earth and the stem,

Cupped by the blossoms that bend without shame.
Flower who waters me, open my will;
Trust me with growing, too. How still I am.

Here comes a petal, as strong as a gem,
Guiding me down to where starlight meets soil,
Trusting the rain and the earth. And the stem —

Healing the touches I can overcome,
Flower who waters me, watches me wild,
Trust me with growing, too. How still I am:

Moving, I send my seeds. They are not tame;
Fertile, they’re rooting to ring out a bell,
Trusting the rain, and the earth. And the stem —

Time-tongued and velvet and rough-cornered calm
Turning to, turning from — shattered, all full.
Trust me.  With growing, too, how still I am,
Trusting the rain, and the earth. And the stem —

First published in Waterstone