Seeds Of Betrayal Poem by Sonny Rainshine

All day long he worried
about the nasturtium seeds
he’d planted yesterday.
Had he planted them deep enough?
Were the seeds fresh? The soil
rich enough?

All week he vexed
about the seeds, the nasturtiums.
Shouldn’t they be sprouting
now? Did I plant too early?
Should I have planted zinnias?

All month long he wrung his hands.
Maybe, maybe, maybe,
maybe I did plant them too deep. Maybe
they were contaminated.
What a fool.

All year long he regretted
having planted nasturtiums.
Never again. Maybe I’ll let
it go to weed. Nature is
a traitor. You can’t depend upon her.

All his life he shuddered to think
of the time he planted nasturtiums.
All his days he pondered
and grieved over the potency of things
of the potential of things,
and the lack thereof.