Can

Can I write this morning and the next

Can the birds sing and grow their nest

Can I find alignment in my spine

Can the sun every morning rise and shine

Can I ignore the noise all around

Can the river be without its sound

Can I go on when the flow seems lost

Can a forest not forest

Trust

Given or taken away

Warm in the gift of love

Afraid in the room for misunderstanding

The multitude of rooms we wait in

Not fully living

Not really knowing what we are waiting for

Scared of what we might be losing

Unsure of what we might be giving

Expanding at the expense of knowing

Contracting at the door of loving

Closing openings

At the edge of trusting

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