Picking black walnuts
In Asheville
And shipping them
To Nashville
Road tripping
And using my magical hands
Like when a farmer
Is ready to take
His vegetables
Finally away from
The earth
Ripping roots
That took a beautiful
Process to create
And strengthen
Like an umbilical cord
Being cut
Disconnected from
Where the baby came from
Mother Earth
When it's ready,
It's mine because it's time
And I deserve it
I feel as if the universe is telling me to wait just a little bit longer before my manifestations appear.