water your plants

@redotnofeather tweeted "when you can't find your roots, you lose faith in trees." 

please tug at the very roots of me

and shine your sun so deep into my soil that the moon reflects off my branches

and call them holy

stand on the dirt and sink your feet into my nerves

feel the blood rush through the nile of my veins and give you the very life you breathe from

bathe in still waters that make mud pies from malnourished fingers

be the skinny that forgives the fat

and be the fat that does not envy the thin

be righteous in where you stand and in what you give

what honor does shape hold if its direction is not humble enough to worship the sun?

we are all seeds planted

from the hands of farmers who were once liars, sadists, republicans, slaves, slaveowners

some of us grew up on plains with grass for miles

other cramped in sidewalk cracks

but we are all seeds 

tiny in a universe so dense

 yet filled with the potential to be commanding

to be different

to be the tallest tree in the land we own

but let us never forget 

that even the tallest tree bends its head back 

with its branches outstretched 

facing the sun

thanking the sun

honoring the sun

asking the sun to rise one more time to inspire its leaves to bloom 

who are we if our feet are not planted firmly

if our bark is not tough enough to face a thousand bitter winters

and forgiving enough to welcome a thousand more sweltering summers?

who are we if we are not planted?

if we are not seeds, who are we to grow?