she walks with flower
blossoms in her hair.
the wind put them there.
she follows a long line of
seeds trying to be trees.
she talks to the dogwood
opening its thousand little
mouths in front of her
house. she finally under-
stands what some one is
saying: look at me, talk to me, stop
what you are doing and see me;
go out of your way to go out of your
yard; there are more of us out there—
diverse kin across africa, iceland,
the rainforest, grand canyon.
dive in: nurture us, make room for us,
build your homes around us, and
we will do the same for you.