I walk as a stranger in my own land frozen a thin layer of ice covers a season left behind — a surface of frozen sticks separate socially distant from the tree whence they were born life spliced between locked out neither being space nor time just waiting for the thaw. ∞ Submitted as part…
Whence
I am love hard toiled and sown tender and fresh I’m cultivated made of spring made for harvest dirty and raw I’m a mystery simply made spicy hot a culinary adventure I’m of this earth nourished by attention craving isolation I’m a moment a hope I’m a seedling a promise I’m garden a possibility in…