what would change if I knew the name of a plant?

passing fields in the northern Vistula valleys

I see various crops, shapes and sizes

of leaves, grain heads

I recognize their necessity

I only suspect their use

I feel urbanized, disconnected

cheated, ignorant

don’t get me wrong, I know some [potatoes, corn]

and I’m still able to enjoy

the sight of the fluffy white flowers

shining in the sun, swinging in the wind

or the yellow ones that look like

pillows for the butterflies

but what would change if I knew their name?

how and when they grow

what type of soil they need

how long are their roots and

what leaves need less or more

water and sun to thrive

would I be kinder? would my vision of

the world be wider? reaching beyond

how I use it, reaching the horizon

of belonging, of sustaining love?

what would change if I knew the name

of a plant?