the wood will not be chopped and stacked
if we don't do it. The garden plot
won't prepare itself for planting.
But the clouds will roll on through,
sun glad-handing among them,
the deer will make their rounds,
and in the subterranean
channels of thought,
the unseen steps you take
may be the greatest thing that's happening.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2023
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