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By Charlene Langfur
There is nothing that fits in a box about it. It breaks open.
Words the same as the orange nasturtium flowers
on a vine in my garden in the back yard.
All year I’ve been buying and planting seeds no matter
how long it takes for them to grow and thrive.
That’s part of it. All the keeping on and keeping on.
No gap between the expectation and the reality.
Life doesn’t work that way here. I am sure of it now.
In the morning only what is needed begins it.
Water, time, a plan for the day. Everything returns
upon itself. No matter how young or old we are, this works.
Then there is the gathering of a few things, what’s imagined
necessary. Without this act of faith, I would be lost.
A pad, a yellow# 2 pencil, sharpened, a pink eraser on top,
maybe a piece of fruit like in the Garden of Eden,
an apple, a few walnuts, antioxidants for the 21st century,
you can not go wrong with super foods. The rest is like
the black crows in the sky catching a fast moving wind,
every part of them sailing from one end to the another
like they know exactly what is happen next,
not a care in the world