yesterday i traveled back in time
to feeling my first “punch in the gut”
when i learned there was no santa claus
who i had equated with magic.
and i realised i would be limited
by what my young farm parents
could provide by way of physical comforts.
i think that was when i accepted
the concept of limitation.
since re-visiting that memory
things have been a bit weird.
just now i was sitting outside
and i thought just like me
nature is exhibiting a bit of everything right now.
a new bud on my rogue petunia
contrasted with dead leaves from the arbutus trees.
slightly overcast sky with light wind
while the temp is almost stifling
from the extreme sun not much earlier.
like everything showing itself at once.