Only When Ready

Poetry

Photo by Abhijith P on Unsplash

maybe I am one of those timorous shadows
potatoes heaped on my head
where sunlight cannot find me
where earth protects tender skin
whitened by light’s absence

pull down shades
steep tea
gather lunch from between roots
leave us to grow, until ready
then search carefully.

we bruise easily

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey M Howitt