The pain not fixed but transformed
Teaching
Welding
Decomposing
Rebuilding
And offered back
As a gentle reminder and assurance
That we are right where we need to be.
Thank you friend.
You are the world.

Holding the pain of the other in our hands
Cupped in tender loving palms
And poured gently back into our hearts
Having been transformed
Into shining
Gleaming
Glittering love

The winds are rougher out here.
The water less frequent.
Some days I long for the warmth and safety of home.
But then the glorious days come
When the sun beams down unfiltered
And squealing children run circles around my feet
And I remember why I planted here to weather the storms.

I still watch the birds today.
The yard is different.
Bigger.
More of a mountain range
And a wide open sky.
No more greenhouse.
I’ve left the sanctity of that place
Trekked in spirals
Out and out
To new places
Somewhere my roots can grow deeper.
My branches able to reach without constraint

My favorite spot to drink
Was the end of the hose
Tossed somewhere in the garden.
I used to run circles around the big yard
Barefoot
Squealing
Plucking guavas as I went
Seeing starlings flutter as I flew by.