God,
Let me be the bur, sticking on to your wool sock.
I am a legless seed, looking for the good soil.
Take me with you on your narrow way,
through night’s needle eye,
and out the other side of solstice.
My spiny edges may yet be useful,
if only for their desperate grip,
for I have learned to love your feet.
~
Lindsey
S.D.G.