Traveling on the wind
carrying credentials,
abandoning anything
strangling potential,
Galloping, inhabiting
nothing inessential,
scattering, wondering,
“Am I incidental?”
Sprout here another year, volunteer.
Scavenging, salvaging,
rationing for winter.
It’s challenging, practicing
living like beginners,
But it’s happening, it’s dazzling,
protections start to splinter,
imagining ravishing
springing from within her.
Sprout here another year, volunteer.
