by Ahrend Torrey
Things take the time they take.
How many roads did St. Augustine
follow before he became
—Mary Oliver, “Don’t Worry”
Sometimes, like weeds break the
ground we want to grow
swiftly, and right now. We don’t
want to wait season after season.
We don’t want to push
through the concrete slab.
We want to shoot from the moist soil
like a rain lily, who in the night
wasn’t there, then appeared full
and bright by morning.
Unfortunately, our rate of growth
is not our choice.
Yes, we can give ourselves the right
amount of sun.
Yes, we can mix compost
Yes, we can give ourselves
the adequate amount of water.
But if we’re the magnolia tree, we’ll
grow a foot or less each year.
If the Bald Cypress, a good foot
and a half.
We can’t all be the fast-growing
If we were, no huge white blossoms
would hang in the air.
If we were, no cheery wren
in the Tallow, would be there.