Member Poem

No garden patch we had to help us thrive;
the seeds of us were swept to other land.
Assumed we did that life would never strive,
as one’d expect of plants sown into sand.
Yet, fatefully the rules had bent for us,
an a priori truth now brought to light.
Eventually, it dawned for me and then,
you followed like the sun after the night.
With happiness, I gave myself to you;
and, in return you gave yourself to me.
Like chamomile, this holds that meaning too;
through patience, hearts entwined and became we.
     Now seeds in sand once thought to never grow,
     still bloom for us, defying all we know.