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.