A daily revival.
birth, growth, death
Fluid.
Constant calibration in the garden.

Seeds spreading
on the soil of ancestors
not asking permission.

Thousands of years of evolution for this moment in my backyard.

And yet,
Blackbirds from Europe rustle in bamboo from Asia
thriving, but not meant to be here
Disrupting native cycles.

Three sisters torn apart
in slow collapse.

What was meant to be?
What is possible now?

Transform
waste into fuel
seed into fruit
debris into home

Watching, listening
For things I cannot know
cannot control
cycle

breathe
smile
listen
tend
what is meant to be arrives