To Look at Wild Ginger: Juan Guzman The wild ginger hides on the floor not any floor but this floor of woodland A woodland that grows and grows stretching for thousands of miles into the vastness of the sky A sky full of emptiness Why is it there? What is it for? I ask The wild ginger sprouting leaves Those are three Why three? Is there a meaning I don't see? A meaning I don't understand I know there is one hidden in those three heart-like leaves Yes, hearts! But green?
Three green hearts crossed by a white arrow Those are the leaves the leaves of a wild ginger A wild ginger sits low in the redwoods getting only glimpses glimpses of the sky Could it be? Could it be the wild ginger is in love in love with the sky? A blue sky full of sadness full of white dreams just waiting to be awakened by that white arrow