what shape waits . . .
the shape of what was
what is
what will be
transformation.
how am I different?
or the same?
in the seed of you . . .
the seed of me
of sorrow
of grief
of survival
of resilience
of gratitude
i am the seed of yesterdays
i am the seed of today
i am the seed of tomorrow
in a new way
that is us.
Apart
but still
Together
to grow . . .
i have grown
in so many ways.
grown in ways
i never asked for,
never wanted.
and spread its branches . . .
i spread my branches across the line that marks
past and present,
present and future,
circling round about THIS moment.
the present moment.
THIS present moment.
the only present moment
with or without you.
against a future sky?
what future?
what sky?
somehow you’re there
in the now
in the present
and
i’m told
in the future.
some future sky.
meet me there, my love.