Saturday, May 4, 2013


It's a slow process
this learning.

The thing is pushing itself on me
surrounding me
and I say I get it! I get it!
and evangelize it

But it's soil and sun and water.
It's not lightning bolt magic.

I grow slowly
in cold and hot, dry and wet.
I assimilate,

And one sweet evening I sit alone
looking beyond the pages of a book
and a glass of wine
through the window
at the sun soaked green
and feel the coolness of my skin
and know

I am greener now.
I have dug deep during the hard days
soaked up what I could
discovering who I am
and deciding that it's good.
When it rains hard, I bounce back
and when the sun shines
I glow.

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