A Piece by John Duncklee

Weeds?

Storm arrived last night
Lightning and thunder
Pelting rain
No start or moon
Clouds
Cool
Startling thunder
Comforting rain
Deep sleep as it left
No morning clouds
Sunrise different on ground
Sparkling drops on weeds
Sit outside
Listen to growing weeds
Garbled conversation
From different kinds
Many languages
Some with tiny, yellow flowers
Others blue
Different shades for different kinds
Garden of weeds
All growing
All glistening with last night’s rain
Happy making chlorophyll
Happy making seed
What is a weed?
An unwanted
A crowder
A pest
A morning glory beautifully clad with blue
A joy to some
A weed to a cotton grower
A being
A Goathead sprinkled with yellow flowers
A weed to one wanting a lawn
A pest to one stepping on its seed
A beautiful bouquet to some
A ground holder to the earth
Choose the word
All are singular
All are different
All have purpose
Humans are also singular
Each different

Are we weeds?

{Poem by John Duncklee}