Reward

I plow the earth
to  open the door and windows
of my calm body;
allowing the fragile leaf and flowers
beneath my blood and flesh
to bloom;
and to greet the radiating sun
who  is pondering my essence.

I plow the words and phrases
like Malcolm X in cold cave
deciphering the symbol of knowledge
to open the close
and to close the open wound of ignorance.

I scatter the ducks
and assemble them
like the unfolding and folding of petals
to ensure that they are intoxicated
 by the bountiful drops of grain.
and I plow the earth
to sow my self
And wait the season of my rebirth.