Given the right conditions,
we are inclined to believe in outcome.
Loyalists to the cause assign them
as seeds to their rows, measuring pH
and fertilizer, topsoil and sticks. Expecting
causality, evidence and potted reward.

All any plant does is want to grow.

So it is: the interminable conflict.
I have never seen the rain
fall quite so hard as it did this year,
or the casualty of mother
as she came in with the laundry
tears bright as vines

redressing the nature
of a well-kept household.