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.