If you were speaking in parables
this afternoon, would you still talk
about seeds and birds and trees?
You see, what we know of farming
are supermarket shelves of Costa Rican
bananas and Peruvian asparagus;
a flower box of basil in the yard,
summer trips to the farmer’s market.
(Why is it so expensive?)
In our world of uniform tomatoes,
our apples sit, shiny and stacked in rows,
our Blackberries know nothing of time.
We fly so fast down the highway
we fail to see the clusters of muscadine
on the fence line, wild onions in the ditch.
I’m answering my own question. True
theology isn’t thirsting for a technological
upgrade: it’s still God 1.0: Christological kudzu.
Tell me the story again, in this summer
of kale and catastrophe, greens and grace;
and I will do my best to see and hear.