Among The Weeds
I walk among the weeds today.
As leaves brush ankles
thistles scratch my calves.
The dandelions know my embrace,
the kiss of longing
creasing my forehead
as I blow tiny seedlings
into flight.
their journey
one of chance.
A rushing upon breath.
I feel their loneliness
and their strength.
Perhaps we are borne of the same taproot,
singled out for resiliency,
for i know that i shall return here
to walk again tomorrow.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013
