SEEDING I squat with knees rested upon the brown and fertile earth and trace a circle with bare hands, quenched in the musty softness I trace a circle shallow and round and scoop away its center, rub thumb to forefinger, send shards falling like crystals of kosher salt flavoring the mud warm flesh. Then, gathering, patting gently the scattered soil back into the hollowed roundness so all that remains is a barely visible dimple where water will soon puddle and pool and coax the tiny possibility, this seed into life unfurled. - Erin Wade