I was in a mood shortly after I woke up,
frustrated with myself for not
welcoming each moment with cheerful curiosity.
I'm grateful I'd left my screen open
and found this there when I sat down.
Facebook has its usefulness.
This poet is from Scotland.
Chances are I wouldn't
meet her walking in the woods
I continue to "plant the seeds
deep inside my head".
May they naturalize to my heart.
Now, I "water them with words
from inside other's mouths".
May I find them within my own.
I'm now going "to prepare the table
for what has not yet arrived."
Or consider that its already here.
kastilwell
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