there is trauma in growing - pain and knots and crooked, broken limbs.
and pain in growing older, growing roots, weathering storms, scarred and carved into by countless childish hands - but with thicker bark and stronger branches, not so easy to bend.
there is thudding now in the room next door as i sit trying not to pain myself with thoughts - not to grow too fast. and so often i am stuck remembering and so often i am finding the following trace of wonderment - "this is it? this is really it?"
there is no question in this. no disbelief. just recognition and a funny feeling where the scars have healed and the skin is tender and tingles when you touch it just right -
Posted by jackie colburn at November 29, 2006 06:00 PM