growing

the sound of a sleeping cat
almost lulls me to slumber
but not quite
i sit
tired and weary
happy and hopeful
plans have been laid
things have been let go of
like stings of a kite
in the wind
bright diamond
blowing away
until nothing is left
but a memory

there’s too much proof
in this world now
of things in the past
digital photos
stored in encrypted archives
written word
imprisoned forever
in impersonal domains
how do you let life
flow on naturally
with these unnatural
reminders of what should
be carried downstream
while you hold onto
a branch
not yet ready
to be swept away

water erodes everything
in its path
but we have built shelters
impervious to the persistent
pelting of the rain
water cannot eat away at
things it cannot enter
and now
inside
it’s jagged and dry
there are no smooth edges
yet everything is green
everything is growing