You are holder of water,
no seed to stem germinating,
neither with roots nor flowers
but rhizoid structures
that thread over objects
to fasten themselves
setting up where
droplets of water
will merge male cells
with female egg, hidden
for fertilization rising
into sporophyte with cap
that when tipped over
will scatter again
birth—several hundred thousand
invitations sent airborne
to willing ground open, waiting.
-Lynne Goldsmith
My book, Secondary Cicatrices, won the 2018 Halcyon Poetry Prize and was a 2019 Finalist in the American Book Fest Awards and a 2020 Human Relations Indie Book Award Gold Winner. Poems recently published in The Environmental Magazine, Interalia Magazine, and will be featured in Scotland’s 2020 Geopoetry Conference. https://www.lynneagoldsmith.com