Apology, from the Recently Germinated

I understand

your concern,

I grow slowly

(seemingly

without direction)

and meekly,

despite the lovely,

water-dark soil in

which I live so deeply,

but while I'm

small and you

might not hear me

(or me, you)

from ninety-three

million miles and

an atmosphere away

(and all these crickets

buzzing brazenly

absent you each night)

I wouldn't be greener

or reach so high

for any other ray

of sunlight.