tiny, yellow, unassuming
the mustard seed on the black marble of the kitchen island
the jar casting a strange little shadow on the seed
like a star, glimmering at twilight,
pondering the familiar moment
when suddenly i’m pulled back.
back to a time when we gazed at the stars
like mustard seeds scattered all across the counter
and swore that we’d one day reach them,
dancing around mustard plants that towered high above us
and grasping for the seeds still clinging to the pods.
now i’m sitting solitary in our apartment
wondering what i’ll do now that there’s only one seed,
set against the finite expanse of the kitchen island.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 9:37 PM UTC
tiny, yellow, unassuming
the mustard seed on the black marble of the kitchen island
the jar casting a strange little shadow on the seed
like a star, glimmering at twilight,
pondering the familiar moment
when suddenly i’m pulled back.
back to a time when we gazed at the stars
like mustard seeds scattered all across the counter
and swore that we’d one day reach them,
dancing around mustard plants that towered high above us
and grasping for the seeds still clinging to the pods.
now i’m sitting solitary in our apartment
wondering what i’ll do now that there’s only one seed,
set against the finite expanse of the kitchen island.
There are so many goals and dreams that we have for ourselves at specific stages in life that we don't fulfill. The older you get, the world doesn't seem so expansive.
