this ground
this ground
feels like shifting sands
like shaky hands
like a scribbly line drawn
on a piece of paper
like when they measure
an earthquake
i hope i have a way
of seeing the magnitude of
the lessons i’m learning
this ground
feels like farmer's land
like weathered hands
like rich soil
like it's letting my soul
breathe
through the soles of my feet
and i know that it's teaching
me something—
that i'm growing