Growth

I was given a large wee
finger sprouting from my left
hand
next to a smaller bigger
finger

this large wee finger collects &
recycles poisons drawn in on the left
& laid down anew going
out on the right

like dancing I guess

my heart cleans my mind
the mistook mistakes, poisons,
like a brown blackbird may shift
courses of the winds, our sunlight
perhaps

even our clouds may shift
like ripples on a cake
when our hearts filter our minds
gathering poisons
to draw down from the doldrums

clean fresh air