the small room, at a temperature for life to manage We spend not money but time sparingly Just so many breaths A mist appearing then disappearing, condensation maintained Light of day moves limbs to growing Becoming what we can become inside of our terrariums
Grasping at clarity as it sails through the moments of unpacking and repacking successes Cluttered shelf of missteps, dusting away their residue Rearranging them to see how many victories