
We’re barely afloat
a kayak on a still lake
chaos in our minds

We’re barely afloat
a kayak on a still lake
chaos in our minds

As tears, rain drops fall,
ominous clouds gather round—
spring goes a hiding.

Teetering on edge:
moving to a new country;
jumping off a cliff.

Soaking up the sun,
poppy springs into action:
my garden blossoms.

My chilli has sprung:
she held her breath all winter,
now her leaves exhale.