My Roots are in Burlap

I sit patiently in my burlap sack of transport

I wonder when my roots will start to grow true to form

And I realize that there is no anticipated timeline

Of growth

Neither external nor internal

As I turn towards the sun and know that fear is a constriction of cold that will tighten the strings of the burlap …

Breathe

I open my mind to the Sun and I witness the bluest sky of this Autumn harvest

Knowing that in the patience of my awakening

My roots will bustle and burst under the cover of fallen leaves

For it will be my shedding that fertilizes these roots into action

A silent combustion of life

Ready to step into Winter with an awareness that my roots will be all the much deeper come Spring thaw

Day Two