How strange not to trust natural things to grow,
but when I bought cut price hyacinths from the
supermarket, watered them, perhaps overwatered,
the tips seemed black and I could see no action
even when moved to a lighter spot, I doubted.
I wrote them off and forgot. They grew anyway.
How strange not to trust strangers to be human.
Saturday morning and an unknown neighbour
picked something from his rucksack by our wall.
My instincts assumed he was going to litter our
front weed patch. I lurched to bang the window,
then I stopped because he was making a roll up.
Meanwhile, our son re-cries my childhood tears.
We are united over three decades of frustration
because a treble twenty feels impossible to find.
Then we practice drills, forget to aim higher but
learn to aim true. Refining our mechanics of trust,
sometimes our darts go where we want them to.