|14. Proceed. Walk. Climb. Drive. This is called living.from “ONE WAY TO WRITE A SONNET IS TO NUMBER THE LINES” by Amy Lawless|
I stand in front of the kitchen sink, admiring the amaryllis.
All winter, I watch, each day seeing no movement, no life.
Yet beneath the brown surface, the withered, crackly covering
Life hovers, whispers.