Sometimes a seed will not grow
from one burnt corner to another
as though a yellow laburnum
had poisoned the sky and earth?
And put bedrock-down
that cannot ever-be-unearthed
sometimes a seed will not grow,
and futility is all we'll ever know.
But surely, as spring follows winter.
And as water dissolves rock.
A seed will find perches.
Even in a wall, its roots will unlock.
Just as fireweed occupies
burnt war-torn ground first
showing off its ramping spires
we-too-will-be heavenly, disbursed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes a seed will not grow From one corner to another, yes It is really true.