I return to provide this little writing below after several days from being out of commission. It seems my body just gave out on me and I needed some refeuling. As I regain my strength, I hope the muse continues to visit me and encourages me to write. The writing below is in response to the need for resilience no matter the climate or circumstances;
Love, Like the Resilience of a Tuscan Weed
You can see them everywhere
prospering in this arid land
where rainfall is sacrosanct.
A neophyte to this farming life
learns almost overnight
the plant suited to survive
in such environment.
Varied in form
establishing its dominion;
germinating, multiplying and proliferating.
The ever-present wind– gusting
seeds to sow in some other
part of the garden.
The soil rips, buckles and bursts
like sore, parched lips– in need of water.
But the tenacious weed, scoffs
almost laughs, brazens, as its produces a flower
in defiance to the climate
and its natural persecutors.
This weed will not relent.
It does not know such sentiment.
With manacle roots deep
it anchors itself, bonds itself to the soil;
ready to be pulled at by a naive gardener–
who thinks he’s cleared his plot so clean–
snaps midway so as to grow again
stronger from this most recent assault.
Were I to have one wish for us,
it would be that our love
could in such climate
display the resilience
of these damn Tuscan weeds...
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