Spring

By the side of the road
a plastic bag dances
unabashedly, surrendered to
movement and Wind
Do you see rubbish or choreography?

Love begs to be brought in from the sidelines
Broken cups mended
with glue
Broken Hearts mended
with golden filaments

By the side of the road
Joe Pye and Stinging Nettle birth
New Life, pushing
through salty Earth
Do you see weeds or Medicine?

Belonging pleads its way through loneliness
Spirit re-membered
Soul re-ignited. A breath
of air. A breath
of gratitude

Joy gathers Ancestors close
Beauty created reminds Them
we can do this
reminds us, we can do this

We know how to do this