Behind my T.V.
in the bedroom,
are four pots of geraniums,
sleeping through the winter.

Three are pale green,
one has no leaves
at all.

I water them
once in a while,
just enough
to keep them alive
until spring.

I love
that they bloom there
in secret,
behind the T.V.
where nobody sees them
but me.

I wonder about
the quiet plant,
the leafless one.

Will it come
alive again,
under blue sky
and warm rain?

I feel curious about
the secret movement
of life.

Life that sprouts
in silence,
hidden away,
forgotten,
but not dead.

A seed can sit
for a long time,
before it awakens.

Some seeds only sprout
when fire
comes upon them.

What seeds
do we carry,
that wait for fire
to ignite them?