sometimes
we find ourselves in the places
were we didn’t know we were
and wherever that is…
there we are.
seed
growing between concrete—
in shadows and dreams
spreading as wings
near and far
become a tree
where the birds will nest
and sing
or bush though small
never cedes
for it is never lost
as long as it can find root
—waiting tears or rain
carried by treading or wind
sea or happenstance
a seed arrives and grows
wherever it is
…and in time
will become again
elsewhere