December’s Words

My desire
is always the same; wherever Life
deposits me:
I want to stick my toe
& soon my whole body
into the water.
I want to shake out a fat broom
& sweep dried leaves
bruised blossoms
dead insects
& dust.
I want to grow
something.
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. 

–Alice Walker

Photograph of Eartha Kitt and her daughter, Kitt Shapiro via Kitt

2 thoughts on “December’s Words

  • Reply Erin December 3, 2020 at 1:18 am

    Oooof, a perfect poem to read this morning. Thank you for sharing!

    • Reply latonya December 3, 2020 at 10:56 pm

      Needed them too. Thank you, Erin!

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