First Person Account of a Seed by Vinita Agrawal

One Poem Only · Sep 15, 2025 · 2m

First Person Account of a Seed

by Vinita Agrawal

All night, the face of awning green

hovers above me, its branches carved partly

with the grimace of my own imagination.

The sacred wounds of trees

leaves me trembling in my own hands.

This is the first lesson, though it comes

from no sage, no guide, but myself:

that if I must shatter, let it be outward,

like a burst of light, leaves, flowers, fruits—

not this inward scoping and scraping of darkness.

In the afternoon, a Laburnum, golden

and thick as a second sun, spills over my

shoulders while I am bent over in contemplation,

oblivious to the…