Plenitude

Plenitude

The kernel
Lives in the husk
Panoply of such
That the sun gives,
Sways in the breeze
Dark at center
To become 
At harvest 
Nourishment 
Of others 
Whose gratitude
Is but to be

Of confession
Or to profess
It has no need
It means as it is
Whether eaten 
Or gone to seed
Or both

I am the husk
Of the words
I kernel 
Fraught
With silence