Remembering

A Poem of Entanglement

Photo by Ted Balmer on Unsplash

We have been waiting for 

the time

we would feel 

less ourselves

and have given 


so much space 

to what no longer 

counts

barely imagining 

that one day


the grass in the garden 

would be overgrown 

and we would 

be thankful 

for it.


Down below 

in the cracks

purple flowers come out 

just given 

one in a thousand chance.


Soul is a tangled city

full of weeds, and wind,

and trees screaming 

to remember us 

home.