5.13.2018

Progression

Because the path is rocky
uphill
and complicated
Because it’s hard
to keep flowers alive
let alone children
Because I cannot
tell the difference
between well-intentioned
but bumbling
and counterfeit
Because I was taught
to care for myself
and injury
takes its natural course
downstream
unless diverted
I rest by this river
tending young shoots
making friends
with my ambivalence