my book is still a baby

How much are we willing to let someone take from us, so that we can take what we need from them?

Arrange with yourself not to be too serious. There is a time to acknowledge burden.

In the mornings, it serves as your drive.

In the afternoons, it is your resilience.

In the evenings, it is your humanity.

And in life, it is your lesson.

On the chest of the earth, nestled in her collarbone, playing in the grass.

A species of energy.

Tempting lives into this world.

I watch my elders tend the earth in places I only know how to touch.

I will give such care to the pit in my stomach. The compost heap of head thoughts and heart feelings that gravity guided.

Until one day I can form the fruit of my words, and hands.

It pulls at the baby hairs of my nervous system.

I want my days to be shared yet owe them to no one.