Jeremiahs All

In almond trees and boiling pots, the word

            of poetry finds it womb.

From the imperceptible breath

            of photosynthesis, carbon

dioxide and water mystically melded,

            oxygen generated, released.

The heat of growth breathes and bubbles

            in the cauldron of creation.

Cool winters dream the seeds, fruit

            releases from its pulpy uterus

like water escaping from a cylinder in vapor.

It's the transformation that calls us,

            the energy ignited in changed

molecules, the sudden event we neither

            perceive nor understand.

God brushes our mouths with finger tips

            transfiguring halting words

into language of nuts and stews,

            roiling and frothing,

the initiation of thought and idea

            making us Jeremiahs released

from the paralysis of infantile speech.