Providence
Sweet basil’s instant
gratitude, scent rising up
from leaves the moment
that the water touches soil
or stem: thanksgiving hymn
to rain or watering can.
No wit to puzzle out
the source: grey cloud
or spout – this baptism’s a boon,
a balm, a benison. It simply
lifts its leaves and lets
the flood of fragrance out.
Isobel Dixon
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)
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