you can pretend
not to hear
the messages
in the wind
there was whip in there
a push - a pull - a slap
discernment muscle on flex
remembering the sweetness of excited breath
a set setting, watching branches blanch
opening up, to surrender
here to grow things
who taught you to seek
this great mystery
every person you meet, an introduction to yourself
perspectives previously unseen
the paths that lead you back
the original juice
change doesn’t happen in a tidy arch
