Thursday, April 30, 2020

sowing

how do you know when something’s over?
is it the silence? or the constantly raised voice?
is it the lack of touch?
absence of flowers?
all-too generic cards?
does it happen over the course of years?
months? days? hours?
or does it only take a moment?
i never know. i only know
when it’s over i am lost.
i wonder then what seed was planted,
and how good the soil is.
whether i should dig it out, or
watch it grow.
whether I have the correct tools.
whether I have the resolve.