The Translator by Kay Alvito

Take
A shovel with both hands
Dig
Until its sharp tip scrapes a tectonic plate
Bury
That weightless body
Watch
Rhyme and meter
Symbols and grammar
Find
Their way in the hard earth

Take
The soil of a familiar place
Its worms and fallen
Pollen and seeds, a couple bones
An array of this new world
Throw
It in the opening
Pat
It all down

Take
A breath, then
A watercan
Feed
It every day until
A jagged stick of green grows
Let it.