is always the same; wherever Life
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
I want to grow
It seems impossible that desire
can sometimes transform into devotion;
but this has happened.
And that is how I’ve survived:
how the hole
I carefully tended
in the garden of my heart
grew a heart
to fill it.
Photograph of Eartha Kitt and her daughter, Kitt Shapiro via Kitt
Oooof, a perfect poem to read this morning. Thank you for sharing!
Needed them too. Thank you, Erin!