My Hand Cramped Writing

Each child born
comes with
clean sheets of paper
to record their history
as it happens
from arrival
to departure

whether they sit
under stately oaks
and converse
with the northern
faerie folk

or whether
they avoid sitting
on prickly pear
and watch
roadrunners
zoom circles
around a cholla.

It is the same
with each new blade
of grass
and mountain stream
water droplet.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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