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gardening | a poem

  • Feb 10
  • 1 min read

right now, in this season,

I tend to the garden of

me.


slowly sowing, helping grow

watering when rain is rare

planting and transplanting


so that

one day you can come

and be here with me, touch

the little leaves with tenderness

and awe; and me, beside you,

trusting. trusting.

trusting.


— I'll invite you

when we're ready.


until then, with hands in dirt,

I'm quiet here, with Life Lifeself.


and that's enough.

more than

enough.


 
 
 

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