“Pumpkin Patch” by Jani Freimann
pumpkins on a vine
press the weight of
their plumping identity
into the life-giving soil
sharing green leaf and
stem born and grown
of a season marked out
by sun-shortened days
in whose hurry of time
they have come to exist
cheek-to-jowl learned
the intimate character
each of the other yet
know not the least of
themselves introspection
a faculty much too
complex for the homely
simplicity settled by
untended botany wild
existence that waits
to be plucked from an
unaware field given
solipsist gifts of real
personal purpose
experiences never
dreamed now laid out
for a sentient month
or more mingling
with alien species now
blessed with a freedom
to think and enjoy feeling
live interaction with
affable beings possessed
of a healthy self-worth
personality even short
lived fully realizes all
that biology down in its
chemistry promises life
From my book Ephemera
Poesy plus Polemics 