Down in the cold caverns of earth
tiny black seeds break free of their
winter houses, pressing tender green
feet into moist soil.
While over this inland sea a sun
flares up from the dark line of dreams
setting everything on fire.
We, like Alice, like small dark seeds,
are too big now for yesterday’s house.
Everything expands, explodes, pushes
outward. We, too, are lit from within,
aflame with green fire, green and greening,
reaching up with our pale arms waving
longing for light, thirsty for light, wildly leafing.