If fate
is all boot, and your roots
grow
too strong and too deep
to transplant
your Self
out
its path (while remaining whole), be
an
uncrushed flower.
If society
is all storm, and human
decency
is the only shield
keeping
the world
from
being torn (and turned hopeless),
be the
peg that holds and wholes.
If most
things have run fast
towards
(certain) fracture,
fight
to whole back.
-
for Twiglet #209 (“hung from pegs”), and for Poets and Storytellers
United (Weekly Scribblings #52: Something About Mary – where we’re asked
to write poetry or prose inspired by Mary Oliver’s “Landscape”, I chose “the most
fragile of flowers”).
