Emulated from a sweet tooth long ago The fig leaf is a prudent prophetic piece of the past A transcendental transitory Mitigating the pressures between our psyches This boiling bowl of leaves is a cup of contemporary art This tree brews foliage, she knows no boundaries Her fruit drops at the first site of terracotta Dry and resilient, she scales buildings, builds towns Fig is the finite fruit of all people with a bias to the desert She is the jewel of our evening snacks Her sugars speak to our gut and draw a declaration on our brain Fig is the mother tree of our natural laws She writes policy for microbes that survive She is the passport we lost when we traded her ripeness for newtons, containers Her sweet life is bound to the coasts So, when you see her, take a leaf for a souvenir Because her sap will not last forever. Our trees are our relations, how can we pay our respects?
Poem By Jamie Nix, co-author of Plant Your Words
Jamie Nix has been writing poetry since 2003 and continues practicing as a therapeutic exercise. She writes about topics to include love, human rights, and her relationship with prayer, and our soil. She serves as co-founder, writer, editor, and organizer for Plants and Poetry, a small business in Bentonville, AR, while she lives in Rabat, Morocco with her husband, Tariq, and their dog River.
Plants and Poetry connects poets and gardeners around the world and every plant sold comes with a poem that teaches one how to care for the plant. Some of their plants and poems are in this chapbook. More information can be found here: www.plantsandpoetry.org
You can connect with Jamie on LinkedIn here: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jamie-nix/