a poem for the day

So it's World Poetry Day, I'm told. here's a poem that I may first have seen here on a previous World Poetry Day.

My Species

By Jane Hirshfield

even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet

patience, I think,
my species

keep testing the spiny leaves

the spiny heart