a poem: wise woman

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Wise Woman

The wise woman says:

you cannot build this in a day.

The child says:

watch me

Watch me string the work of one thousand years

onto pages

and bind them like

a homemade paper chain

Watch me grit my teeth

and lasso the destination 

pulling it closer to meet it

in the middle 

Watch me sit at a table

with candlelight and tall glasses

awaiting the peace 

that’s due to arrive tomorrow

The wise woman smiles.

We have tried this before. 

Remember?

Rest.

Smell the lemon as you slice it open.

Tomorrow may bring new relation to 

a word on a page. 

What if the only way to find it 

is in the small seed 

of a lemon?

by katie cunningham