Today’s prompt was to write a slow poem. I had Palestine on my mind for this one. And here’s my “lion” daily drawing.
the seeds are deep
deeper than they should be
pounded by tanks, boots, and bombs
but the smallest tendril emerges
growing down, even deeper
a strong hold for the future
the casing cracks and the smallest shoot emerges
pushing past pebbles, worms, and the bones of martyrs
pulled by a force it cannot see
pushed into the unknown
through more particles of soil
and past too many bones
finally surfacing, leaves unfurling
free! growing! healing! alive!