Mend

The skies do not judge the soil
for its fallow season
and so I must give grace for
my own seasons of rest
the flower grows
for its own sake and purposes
neither asking permission
nor forgiveness in the cycle
but, oh, how hard it is
to allow my body to follow its path
to flow with a rhythm
I do not dictate
still I strive
to be like that flower
blooming and growing
according to my own nature – Caroline A. Slee