We Do Not Know

we do not know

where the scattered seeds

of kindness find

fertile soil and grow

what later sprouts what

unseen flowers blossom out

we continue as we must

up through tended fields

through wild meadows

to a well-traveled road

ever forward for as long

as we are strong

for as long as

we are able

to place after place

until the world thaws

one last time for us

the soft fragrance of pollen

from abandoned gardens

from shimmering trees

floats with the wind

helps us recall a past

that has never left and

is now transformed to this