I am staring at the Kale.
And the Kale is staring back.
When it was a seed ? small and full of potential ? it needed me to coax it from it’s confining shell out to a wide-open world of possibility.
Now, it’s life is largely its own. Sun and water feed it
and it grows nearly perceptibly in front of my eyes.
Always reaching towards the sun
I assist nowadays, but mostly does the work without me.