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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