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 to your kid’s school

unsuspecting,

when at once

you just know what it is you have to do.

© hwmaclean

© hwmaclean

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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