1.24.2014 |
Sitting in the studio today, Drawing, With my mind on the natural solitude, The natural introspection, That winter brings. A seed appears to me on the page, Not as a symbol for spring, I think, Not asking me to imagine the plant it might grow into, Or making any indication of expansion whatsoever. The seed is present in the world as it is, A thing in the ground, Small layered compact inner life, Just spending its winter being a seed. |
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