Release
The weather is warming up
wisteria seed pods
dried and twisted
holding tight
await the moment of release
Then one day in spring
comes the destined moment
I hear the first cracking sound
then a cascade of popping
like small explosions
echoing for days
The force from within
casts the seeds afar
to land on a suitable earth
to germinate into a new life
It is the same
in a mother’s way
to release her children
into independence
Scene
The street is deep in slumber
silence hovers everywhere
lamp posts lining up on sides
emit a yellow light glowing
into a foggy night
A lone figure emerges from the dark
dragging his weary legs
hunger and age carved on his face
he scans the sleeping roadway
His hands reach into a garbage can
searching and fumbling for a while
at last he finds what he needs
opens his mouth eagerly
he devours it
as if a king enjoying
a royal feast
As I walk by that man
I whisper thanks for blessings
for without them
that soul could be me
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