something in us fights hard
collecting
planting
nursing
bending
covering with blankets
with fur
with breath
with utter desire:
Please, Pretty Please, Ohhh
grow
live
thrive
bloom
produce fruit
give me a taste
of all
I desired
from the time i
too was so small
i couldn't count to ten
and thought letters
were scribbles
and sounds
captured in the radio
were evil spirits
watching me
in the night
in case...
I started wanting to write about the big events in my life, those markers that bent me this way or that. Looking for a photo to illustrate, or help illustrate the thought, I ran into this one, a pot of citrus that lived for a couple of seasons in this climate, and then died suddenly. Citrus is one of those wishes we keep hanging on to.
ReplyDeleteThe title, the content, the picture, they could all change the next time I feel like squeezing this toothpaste brain of mine and see what happens.
You write with incredible grace and insight ... keep squeezing the tube!!
ReplyDeletesmiles...i can def relate life to the trying to grow it....having citrus is amazing...when i lived in florida we had an orange tree, a lime tree and a banana tree....all fruiting....it was amazing....saturdays my son and i would pick and eat oranges until we nearly made ourselves sick....
ReplyDeleteThat's great, Rosaria.
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