a soul, uprooted
plopped in the middle of a field
roots exposed
and waiting
it’s not time to dig in yet
it’s time for lingering
feeling the morning sun
and the cool relief of falling rain
the expanse
life everywhere
it’s glorious
& a little lonely
There are no more boxes to unpack
and whatever comes next
is starting slowly
quietly
gently
the late-planted seeds in my field
are without root even now
yet they are beyond me
in the skill
of quiet waiting
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