This is where my thoughts take me over an early morning cup of tea.
Breaking Fast
There is no pressure in photosynthesis.
A plant imbibes light
like the image of someone beloved
taken in by searching eyes,
those salt-rimmed windows,
porous and permeable
barriers open to receive the light
exposing need, vulnerable–
the light gives itself
to cells and conversions.
It becomes the plant,
and the plant reaches for it.
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