The Humaniverse
an occult relation between man and the vegetable
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature (1836)
peering out from
his garden lot
into the public road,
sheepish, nervous
about what happens
between man
and vegetable
as if we were only
here to eat–
man appears a little
lost among the weeds
obscuring more civilized
fauna, and, kneeling
in the mud,
redeems a little patch
of hearty turnips,
thistle and dandelion
crying for more sun
amid the collage
of variegated green,
purple, white, and yellow,
a little care warms
a thousand years
of glaciers, inspiring
angels and dung beetles
shaking hands
with noon-light sun,
blossoming infinities
that offer a new
communion,
praising the wealth
of a delectable
universe
— John Reinhart
An arsonist by trade, John Reinhart lives on a farmlette in Colorado with his wife and children. His poetry has recently been published in Scifaikuest, Star*Line, and FishFood Magazine. More of his work is available at http://www.patreon.com/johnreinhart
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