What’s that thing
tugging at your
heart,
just out of
sight?What’s that sound
you can’t quite
hear,
yet you recognise
the rhythm?What’s that call
that shapes your
life,
yet still waits
to be named?It’s time to harvest
the little seeds
planted
a while ago
in the dark.
~
I am a little surprised to be here, again.
Yet, I sense there is more to be embraced in the shadows.