the way nature transitions
from here to there
is quite a phenomenon:
blossoms appear silently and cheekily
almost over night
in all places, up and down and all around.
winter’s baldness across the lands
gets decorated away
within a couple of dawns
with grace and poise and ease.
for their descendants, then, the new leaves,
these blossoms make room as well
swiftly and courteously
as if it’s only ever been about
so in these weeks and months,
during which out societies, firms and parties,
families and groups of friends
and other associations
renew themselves in their most fundamental ways;
as my belly grows
from here to there, too,
ever so steadily,
let all of this be about becoming, growing
always and always and always.
and growing a bit
with each new sunrise.
letting come and letting go is what it takes
and if you’re not sure where to start,
observe your breath.
let’s take it from there
and see where it takes me, you,
all of us.