I try to see myself
the way I see the trees
far off beyond the field—
something not at all singular
but a tiny part of a whole
that extends beyond sight,
beyond knowing.
It is a long time
before my thoughts
are airy as the silences
between their dark trunks,
quiet as the leaves
that are not yet there.
We are all “a tiny part of a whole” but the whole would be all the poorer without our individual presence and input. You matter, Rosemerry. Your words have impact and power to help, heal and encourage. May you continue to write and see the inestimable worth in what you share, just like your grateful readers do. x <3
Joy, thank you. I feel VERY lucky to have your encouragement! This note went straight to the heart.