© hwmaclean
How Will You Know?
You hold the question in your chest
like a seed you must foster in the darkness.
You stay quiet until it stirs,
moving itself up through the dense ground
toward the light that is its birthright to know.
You may be chopping vegetables
or waking from a deep sleep
or driving down the road you drive everyday
unsuspecting,
when at once you just know what it is you have to do.