( originally published in Rappahannock Review 2018)

My frozen socks root in slick unrest
combing status quo follicles
around each ear

“Sit. On this little stool”
(and rot)
I nod
and root

‘til little vines of wisteria trellis up and over
the lips of what I told myself
I could never be

( The Lord has a wonderful purpose for each of us. This was written during a time when well meaning and not so well meaning voices of a few individuals around me… felt oppressive…my No to the limitations others assured me were… my name…

But…He is more than able to shepherd the seeds He plants within us.. to give to each of us the wonders of who we were created to be…)