Sometimes my heart feels bruised.
There are times I am engaged
with the world,
times spent distanced.
This balance works for me.
And there are times
when the world culture
beats its own.
Since I reside here,
I sustain the slap,
the chest pounding thrust,
in the name of progress,
that renders evolution
a pause.
Sometimes my heart feels bruised.
I retreat
and tend my own garden.
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Apprentice Editor: Pamela Mooman / Editor: Catherine Monkman
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