The night grower

I am the night grower.

It is a dark liquid energy that keeps me up

through the moonlit hours

while I stumble dumbly in the sunlight.

I concern myself with the stages

of the moon

waxing and waning

and the dark cycle of photosynthesis

that is one of the magics of plants

creating energy from light

and from darkness.

It is the tide rising

yeast in the dough

mushrooms from the forest floor

the heat of summer nights

boiling chickens for winter

preserving the soft fruit of

wild raspberries.

I salvage and heal

cutting mouse eaten strawberries

blending organ meat into pates

grinding the bread crumbs and

caring for the compost

the sacred dark place of rebirth.

I am the night grower.