An Immigrant’s Prayer!

I’m uprooted
disconnected from soil
waiting for you
the Master Gardner
to replant
or, instruct your assistant
to tenderly pot
that I may grow to bloom
and bring into being a fruit
or, at least
grow up just with leaves
to add a little green
to your garden that repair
brokenness of big and small
and announce your grandeur

Henry Victor 12.12.2003