The Chaos of Rhizomes

 

Do not be afraid

of the tangling, wandering chaos

of rhizomes.

 

You do not own the green

of the grass

You cannot make the rain

court the tender blades

You are not the keeper of the seeds

 

The strength that breaks through concrete

is only a grass stain

or a tickle in your nose

when you're lying in a meadow

 

The network is underground

like the prayers of long-dead saints

working miracles

out of season.

 

You do not know where you start

or where you end

in this clump of earth .

So just enjoy the growing

and the dandelions that interrupt your plans

with yellow distain

for certainty.

                                                   — WENDY MACLEAN