Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

When It Looks As If Our Path Has Ended

More and more, I have come to admire resilience.

            —Jane Hirshfield, “Optimism”

And when the snap peas ran out of fence to climb,

they created a living trellis of leaf and vine

and climbed up themselves and each other,

winding and twisting toward the sun.

There’s green inside our limbs, friends.

There’s braiding to be done.

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