by Halle Gulbrandsen
last night
my career rolled over
and refused
to get up
and i thought,
good riddance
I’ve been watering
the wrong dreams
for so long now
time
isn’t easy
to come by
after all when minutes fall
from a stranger’s pocket
in a parking lot
you can’t just pick them up
I want to be more
than what my choices
have made me
show the world
growth
isn’t always skyward
a small aspen
harbours miles
of roots
a firm grip
my small body
more than branches
offering flowers
to sun
my small body
a pin on a map
where
the rest of me begins
— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 1