She told me it was lemongrass
And you could taste it
Pull it up from the ground and there on the roots
see the little onions
To see the world through a child
Is an delight
You remember how much it teems with life
everywhere
How the forever question is
always, why
And you are confronted
with your own ignorance
Of the deep intertwining causes
that make up the shared fabric
As well as the wonder
You are also confronted
With vulnerability itself
Why life must start so fragile
On it’s journey
Is a mystery to me
To be able to imagine
Another world so clearly is
An amazing gift that is lost
Imagination drips through the floorboards
And sinks in the dirt
To be rediscovered
when new life sprout
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