Simple gestures

In a simple gesture lightning stirs my imagination

Inhabiting my days with rich territories of things to see

And what will I imagine

Like a refrain of raindrops

I wipe my face dry for only a moment

Violent storms come more often

A landscape of astonishment

You follow the floods and shrieking winds

With a camera, a pen and fear

You don’t withdraw

Pursuit is a new form of courage

As an adult I can select certain things

I can eat river-bank-foraged yellow sorrel  flowers and wild fennel

There along the sidewalks and river banks 

You can forage nutritious weeds

For your table and elevate your taste.

And a promise you will do it againl

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