Interim

...and so I find myself for the moment at least slowed
brought to a temporary stop between ideas possibilities thoughts and
I take this time to look out at the light golden on some leaves
emerald on others and I imagine each has it own story of how
it moves the water and minerals through vein and petiole
lures them up from the roots with promises of immortality or at least
a momentary glory at summer's height.


And there, I look for inspiration a renewed sense of purpose
where I delve and dig in the humus of my mind
readying it for the next seed or sprout
wondering what it will be what genus what shape it will take
where it will lead me through the maze of roots and tunnels dug by
other smaller things that ask no questions assume little but give much.


Then hands trembling I approach the task heft the spade and dig deep
the soil resisting at first then parting willingly sensing my love.


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