FINDING BALANCE

I can tie myself up in knots in Anguish about the news, the family, Responsibilities and such...

Or

I can get up and walk outside,

Pick up my tools and weed, divide, Breathe and transplant, tip-prune And sow and feed and breathe.

And I imagine the spring and breathe And, I ever so slowly, inevitably, Unwind...

Wendy Marshall, Christchurch