17/365 : The New Fringe

the new fringe has grown beyond
wanting to be seen alone in the light
and into the magic
of wanting to be blessed in the dark

all that talk of vulnerability, of risking everything for love
brought me matchless to the shadows:
broken hips and bruised knees
half a family and no money

i did my clearing, alright

now, i am ready for whispers
promises that say nothing at all
like dreams no one remembers

now, i am ready for soup
potatoes that crumble around healing celery stalks
and ginger root gone wild

now, i am ready to go home
where the stovetop boils over with stories of going farther together
than we could ever go alone

now, i want to plant zennias because you told me to
because there's something you know about springtime--
the color of life in the sunshine
(that it's coming)
and the need to pick sweetness one stem at a time

now, on the other side of giving up
i'm leaning into my luck
that if i play enough
and i plant enough
there will be enough love
to carry us back to the center