Letting Growth Have Its Way

Letting Growth Have Its Way 

How many times the light changes

in the day—shines— 

casts the forgotten 

back to shadow. 

In the hills I see

trees and they are 

lovely. I sometimes 

weave a way through 

their canopies and roots. 

But what compels me 

from this present distance 

is their collective shape— 

a body laid out in total 

surrender to earth and sky. 

Oh, if my body was that body. 

If I could lay myself down, 

let growth have its way. 

© Sarah Harwell

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