I am unfurling from a seed, with tiny leaves of green
New veins of life reaching towards the sun
I see roses and black-eyed Susans sitting in the window
Beyond the pane, clouds and humidity linger
I am uncurling from a past position, building a heartbeat
Regeneration of appreciation in this situation, getting out of my seat.
To my left, a sleeping grandmother, to my right a sleeping grandfather
The ancients among us, the rituals of long times passed.
The stories we’re woven from and will shoot from our hips
In an instant.
Our bellies prepare for dancing, our mind for the breaking fog
for exploring within it.
Within fog is clarity in the mind’s eye
Come and sit next to me
hold my hand and give me your ears
I will give you my story and you’ll give me yours
Our trains may pass in the night,
but I can still smell the memories we’re going to create.
The luscious, delicious lore.
This is what happens when you say yes.
Say yes. Say yes. Say yes.
(art by Peter Loose and words/drawing I found on the interwebs)