Yaël: 100 days for a seed
One day I gracefully stopped thinking for a millisecond,
my hands had reached the bottom of my pockets and
my eyes had dived into the infinite of our sky.
This is when a star fell in one of my pockets.
I picked up the star in the shape of a tiny seed and
I am now holding it softly between the palms of my hands .
I am thinking of gently blowing this seed on the grain of
a white paper and see how it will grow over 100 days!
What sort of being can be hiding in a seed like this one?