some seeds

this morning i spit three pits into a potted tree plant
i giggled gleefully thinking of each of my children
the ones i gave birth to anyway
one orange tree for each
my thoughts wandered to seeds
expectations
thinking i put too much pressure on the pits
i ventured into words
some seeds live
some seeds die
some seeds come back to greet every year
about the same time
some seeds pair with others
and make their own blend
some seeds sit there
for awhile and surprisingly sprout
some seeds multiply
and multiply
and multiply
some seeds require more care than others
some seeds like having their husk removed
some seeds are so tiny
some seeds are huge
who woulda thunk that spitting three individual pits
would bring me such joy?
i breathe in
i breathe out
courage
namaste
kate