Stay in one place
How long? - Long enough
Long enough to see what others miss
To notice all the little things
The bug beneath your feet
The movement of the sun
Long enough for the birds to lose their fear
And come back to the food
Long enough for the house to become home
For the shrubbery to fill the voids
To no longer look like it did
When you picked it off the shelf at the garden center
Long enough for the vines to climb
Around the door and up the windowsill
Long enough for the marks and scratches
And dents to begin to appear
Like the rising row of horizontal pencil marks
Inside the pantry door
Long enough to learn where things belong
And where they don’t
To know that you can reach for them
On the darkest night
And trust they will be there
Long enough to know you’ve chosen well
That the things she did that bothered you
Have now become your treasures
That all those thoughts that someone
Might be better in some way
Have not stood the test of time
That perfection is a sterile land
Where nothing truly grows
That soulful smiles and honest eyes
Are what matter most
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
Stay in one place
How long? - Long enough
Long enough to see what others miss
To notice all the little things
The bug beneath your feet
The movement of the sun
Long enough for the birds to lose their fear
And come back to the food
Long enough for the house to become home
For the shrubbery to fill the voids
To no longer look like it did
When you picked it off the shelf at the garden center
Long enough for the vines to climb
Around the door and up the windowsill
Long enough for the marks and scratches
And dents to begin to appear
Like the rising row of horizontal pencil marks
Inside the pantry door
Long enough to learn where things belong
And where they don’t
To know that you can reach for them
On the darkest night
And trust they will be there
Long enough to know you’ve chosen well
That the things she did that bothered you
Have now become your treasures
That all those thoughts that someone
Might be better in some way
Have not stood the test of time
That perfection is a sterile land
Where nothing truly grows
That soulful smiles and honest eyes
Are what matter most