Stretching New Roots
When I was strong in limb
I watched all unknowing
as my body grew its wordless soul.
When the world within me
plunged into awareness,
even though I was depleted,
a mere shadow of a broken timepiece,
even so,
I am become stronger
the way a blasted tree is stronger,
though to the crooked eye
it seems to be rooted only in clouds.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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