Futures form as babes in the womb,
commonplace is the man edited only to find the mystery of living and being,
as fields of wild strawberries lay perched in the golden sun,
small ponds form adjoining lakes that intertwine with yellow canaries,
branches of willows fall and ready themselves for the winter season, as blushed roses entwine the picket fence next door.
Fallow lies the desert, interspersed with historical accuracy,
blue skies comfort a swollen mind, oft’ indicative of shallow waters, pools inside wombs of healing,
gestures granted by the great hand of God,
playing in the box with children and wild grasses.
Home shall be never too far away, as you locate the finest jewels for refraction, crystal emblems shine the decor in pure, living light.
Doors will open, unwillingly, towards the open spaces unfolding,
It is the first encounter with sentient beings, comforted by the evening’s jasmine perfume.
Anna Rozwadowska 2021