Seeding Stars

We are star stuff, said astrophysicist Carl Sagan; and gardens are proof. A poem.

See the stars? Copyright of Jenine Bsharah Baines

I sowed zinnia seeds last spring
then held my breath.
Would they sprout?

Just when I was ready to breathe in
and flee to the nursery,
a little green hand thrust through the dirt,
beckoning me closer.
Row upon row of little green hands
waved,
an ocean of reciprocity,
promise, ascendency.
I felt like a budding rock star.

A rock star seeding stars
amongst the rocks — stamens
of sparking carbon, nitrogen, potassium,
and water.

Supernovas explode, blasting
seeds of hydrogen and helium –
fresh galaxies of star gardens

teaching Earth’s sublime abundance
just how it’s done.

Copyright of Jenine Bsharah Baines