She hoped to grow a few avocados
in the grounds of an Ashram,
in soil that was semi-desert she said,
sandy, heavy clay. Her strong German
accent less a liability – more an ally to
her earnestness; she guessed seedlings
probably would not survive the journey.
She enquired could she plant seeds,
I could not see why she couldn’t –
explained the intricacies, it meant a sale.
The transaction was done at the end of an
energetic discussion in which she gained
an admiring donation to the Ashram.
At least she would see it that way.
I gave the gift for her conviction,
her goodness and my belief I will visit
to sit with the trees grown from my advice.
It would be fitting to do so, complete the unity,
preserve a circle. I am considering
the ramifications of my decision,
the gift to her was a gift to me.
© I.D. Carswell 2006
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