Begin Again

I wasn’t looking to start over, just tending each day...

Photo by Osama Khan on Unsplash

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I’m being given a new beginning I didn’t even ask for.

I can feel it arriving,
a sprouting seed found
in the pocket of the autumn coat
I haven’t worn in years.

I wasn’t looking to start over
just tending each day,
more pets than people,
our tiny family,
a nation of wholeness
sacred unto itself.

Somehow a new me is finding his way here,
still made of heavy soil
and river stones that fit in your hands,
but now also
pale, many petaled roses,
and hearty reed plants
that rub together in chorus.

He is not a step forward,
not any kind of new evolution,
just easier to find
when you need to be held
or really listened to.

I am being given a new beginning
because I sat tenderly
in the fallow garden we made,
savoring you
and our many great harvests.