There’s a fig tree in a vineyard that’s not bearing fruit. There’s a gardner who is willing to tend to the tree, and a vineyard owner who’s willing to give both another year.
I don’t fit into the world around me sometimes, and I, too, am empty sometimes. But my roots, too, are watered by the Wellwell and watched over by the Infinitygiver.
to take off my galashoes from the date
and stop balancing on the broken glass of the lipsticked champagne flutes.
It’s time to
dip my bare feet into the Lifewater
and dance in the Wellwell over yonder,
that nourishes my body until I’m filled
and can only give