Look, I am bursting with it:
seed-knowledge and something to say!
Before I was, I resided in the winter crust, here
where sugar crystallizes in the green apple;
yes, I was the prescience of myself
before ever being it.
But you did, rescuer and revealer,
see the petal blue in the bud in the ground
in the seed, did quicken me with a kiss.
How could I resist?
So I burst the shell, eat the darkness,
stretch my green legs inside out
to become it. This is the fruit of the bud
of the seasons I carry, holed up as treasure;
it is the name you have given me,
the name I tell no one.
Available through Victoria Emerging Art Gallery, Victoria, Canada.