The gasp through open window,
the ah-ha moment,
it happens when I least expect it,
independent,
and after watering and waiting
unsure of what I’ve planted
in myself,
something precious
breaks the surface.
The mantras spoken,
the rituals;
I admit, I was spiritually uncertain.
I thought perhaps
hope was a ghost.
But then, without fanfare
or other form of grand announcement,
I see what I need most:
first growth.
©2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: Alexis Preller






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