Misperceptions

Grandmothers
Recyclers of Misperception

Almost home,
but before I enter,
the most sacred kingdom
I see…

Grandmothers who hold
large, woven baskets
standing at the entrance telling me,
“hand over your failed attempts and misperceptions.”

They gather these,
into their intricate, hand-made vessels.
Shaken and stirred,
they are turn into compost.

Carefully placed
around new budding ideas
to be used as fertilizer
for higher, more productive thoughts,

which in the past,
did not work nor serve a clear purpose.
Now they are used as nutrients
for ones that will.


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