So delicate. A pendant on a chain with one mustard seed
preserved in a clear glass ball: a grain of mustard seed.
Tiny thing. All the birds of the air perch in its branches,
shade Love in His domain of mustard seed.
Wedding rings —gosh—a couple (so damned brave)
each the other’s chatelain of mustard seed.
"Sufficient to the day"—believing it believing it—
the mantra, the goddamned strain of mustard seed.
Sometimes (Michele knows) there is only the moment
and keeping on up the inclined plane of mustard seed.
Michele Waering spent her early years in the United States. She has an MLitt in Creative Writing from The University of Glasgow. Her work has been published in From Glasgow to Saturn; A Thousand Cranes: Scottish Poets for Japan; Envoi; The Interpreter’s House; World Haiku Review; San Pedro River Review; Red River Review and The Ghazal Page. She lives in Renfrewshire, Scotland.