"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Monday, April 25, 2011

Get low

You notice over the course
of a warm sunny week
in late April
that the new leaves
fill out the maple tree
from the bottom up

it is a surprising observation

you assumed
(they say not to, but you do)
that the buds at the top
would grow strongest and fastest
being that they are closest
to the sun

but then you stop to consider

that the lower branches
are closest to the earth
to the dirt and the darkness
the hidden sources of life

and that's when you fold up
your wings of wax
and begin to kneel
no longer afraid
to get low

in order to grow

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