today i learned that every day is a chance to make something better. i think in terms of personal connection. we should see one another as a safe haven, as a root, as a kite string. being out here among the resilient grass blades, and strong mountains are hands that are calloused with the hardship of deep snow, shriveled crops, and the stigma of illiteracy. feeling tall and fat with the richness of education, we come. pointing fingers and snickering remarks, we are ushered into the community to use the power of shared experience to feel that universal "we." just now, walking amongst flags of wheat, we tried to capture this freedom that's here. "there's nothing to see," a friend says. "there's nothing here." heart shrinks but maintains hope. "you'll see, you'll see." this is bigger than ourselves, bigger than our capable hands.
freshness, purity, something inherent.
almost too strong to look head on
the sun blankets us
in the clarity that our
comfort
could never provide.
maybe you cannot see
because you are unwilling to look.
i want to stay here forever. bare-legged and supple, take it all and make me tough.
break our shells so that something stronger
can armor us.
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