I wait (selfishly)
For my sunflowers to grow.
After a long winter,
watching sunlight
dappled on dancing leaves
that once shuddered to the beat
of (Wind, Rain, Perpetuity)
Nature
in motion.
I spy
(patiently)
at the sprouts and seedlings,
Willing them-
Asking for the sixteenth time
From the back seat
(my couch)
Are we there yet?
Taking offence at the
steady dripping cadence of time,
Forgetting the lessons
I buried in the early spring.

I'm like that puddle in the shade
that's afraid to let the sun dry me up.

I force walkers to play
hopscotch as they
trudge past.

But I know the sun will find me
and glare until there's
nothing left to step in.

Working in gastromony taught me some things
in life
everything gets more intense

when you add a little salt

:)

Failed relationships
Never saw one that
Wasn’t incredibly painful
To someone
Or someones
Most people hold on too long
In this society that loves disposable
We often refuse to throw away
That which hurts us
Every day