Growth

Something has shaken,
shaken loose

falling through the cracks of my own plans,
like Alice down the rabbit hole
I tumble,
feet over head
finding new ways to see

all backwards and twisted

roots on an ancient tree
intertwined with soil and rock
heavy with the wisdom of ages
kept safe, kept hidden underground

each sprout now reaching for the light
holds precious gems of that wisdom

let the period of growth begin


09/29/09