What if, tonight, we all went to bed
and thought of our best version of our self.
It wouldn’t be true, of course. Not
in this moment, and not tomorrow.
Not mid-week. Not next week.
Not even next year. But if we could picture it,
it would be a goal we could live toward.
It would be, perhaps, like the garden beds
I prepared today—hoeing in fertilizer,
last year’s grass clippings, leaves.
When I was done, the rows still looked like dirt,
but such fine dirt it was for planting.
I believe in our resilience.
What is best in us is eager to grow,
like the sunflower sprouts
volunteering again this year.
What if tonight, we imagined the roots
of our goodness. What if tonight,
we planted only those seeds.
Thank you for this wonderful reminder.
thanks, Suez, so much potential in us–thank you for remembering it with me
Oh, yes, I want to live in that garden too! Mine is too often cluttered up with weeds of self-chastisement. Maybe these days are growing deeper roots of resilience and patient endurance in us that will bear fruit in time to come. I hope so… 💙
I think that’s soooo possible … and luckily most weeds can be pulled, even if they’re tap rooted, we can get em out again and again … I am grateful for you, Joy.
I’m grateful for you, too, Rosemerry. Your poetry is beautiful and your posts always make me smile and give me pause for pondering. Blessings on your week. 😊