There is still time
to grow new limbs
to fold love into a well-driven car
and drive some more.
It is possible
to go down a road you have never been
and still find home
tucked away in the place you once escaped
the clock still moving forward-leaning
the sun still finding a way to peek in
yesterday still a construct you can
trust to leave you in its wake
but there’s still time
to laugh over foolishness
to rebuild what is broken
even if it must stand on stilts
to see a future you once dreamed of
in a different sunrise.
Thanking the generous Rachel McKibbens for this prompt. xo
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