Some days are easy and some days are exhausting the days you have to dig through the muck inside take more hits than a heavyweight prize fighter cling to life with mud between your fingers I tend to rip myself from situations root first but uprooted and free aren’t the same thing what is blooming but an unraveling the loosening of petals a joyous movement, a quiet consistency an unfolding full of forward momentum (an aching) from whole to empty and back again
Goodnight, Taj Mahal by Andre Peltier
Deep below earth, clay and sand, deep below roots and aquifers, it lies in wait. Like that silent coyote stalking her white-tailed deer through the brush, it waits patiently and
April 30, 2023
