Wild Pansy

As a seed, I was shot out the back end of a blue jay

When she flew over the meadow.

She had swallowed me in my homeland, when she spied me lying easy under the sun - briefly.

I passed through her gullet like a ghost.

In a blink of god's eye I was an orphan.

I trembled where I fell, alone in the dirt.

That first night was a long night,

early May and chilly.

I remember rain filled up around me.

Before I knew it I began to change,

I grew under the sun's life-giving rays.

Here I am, a beautiful purple sight.