settling wisely and fruitfully into gentle sorrow
this place does not frighten me
I have long been acquainted yet run before
now I stand tall without flight
the foothold I’ve formed has allowed me to see
stay with the troubles it will change
create an environment I am reminded
the vagary stultifies yet I still feel its pull
the resonance drives deep
I now know I don’t create
it’s been the truth all along overlooked for the desire to shine
I make space
others plant in the soil I have tamped down manifesting the beans the cabbage the fruits
of labors this compost this life
all along the simplicity I sought right there in the blackened rows