Monday, November 01, 2021

in unknowing

some beginnings rush to broadcast
they rise up

in the way fear always sees love
and uses it up

although none of us is too empty for life
I hear

this tree saying: I'm only just a seed 
 hold me

a breath sighing: I want to be born 
end me


Pic: Nu as we set off down the driveway. All my outside time with Nu these days is in the dark--whether they are walks to the school bus or (here) getting ready to put the chickens to bed.

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