wild strawberries

Opening eyes early, unfolding leaves

Heart already aching:

How did I get here?

Where did these roots come from?

Wild things are beautiful things

Growing where they were not

Planted

Planned

Pruned

Wild things are lonely things

Growing

Alone

Away

Apart

Blossoming fruit that is

Unseen

Unpicked

Unenjoyed

What would life be like in a field,

With fertile soil for my roots,

Towering trees for my shade,

Fresh water for my flowers?

Wild things.

Beautiful things.

Lonely things.

All are growing things.