The Hard Work of Assurance
What makes you think
any of it is easy?
There are thickets to overcome
and bad weather.
Someone always wants to pick you for their table,
not caring that you begin dying
the moment you are cut
from the earth that keeps you alive.
no, it is not easy.
It is hard work, just living long enough
to assure another season.
About this poem.
Could be about tulips. Could be about living with depression. And knowing the creativity of you my wonderful readers, there are likely other things it could be as well.
Life is like that. Seemingly simple, but deeply complex. Sometimes poetry is too.
PS: The picture was taken in the back yard of my former house in Virginia,