"The seed will only germinate if kept in darkness" -a packet of chive seeds

covered.
hands slapping against hardwood.
feet shaky on bottom step.
the feelers are out.

when we sped away from the whispering mountains
toward a town blanketed in ferns and bamboo
we thought we had escaped the woods, dark, dull.
we thought we had illumination.

the walls are a blue grey here.
I shoot orange oil into the air.
I pray in google searches.
I sleep too long.

It feels like each day we are jumping
slamming heads into ceiling.

and sometimes it feels like we are fighting for water. and sometimes it feels like we are one seed. and most times it feels like we will break the surface. like we will emerge. and sometimes it is just so **** dark.