Growing into rush

The really good things

In both life and in self

Are not about the excited feelings

Of a kitsune rush

Or the heartbeat drum which pounds

(And sounds)

Almost out of your chest alive

And in bursting flowers, forth blooms

Though those are strong in memory

I say no

Not really

Instead it’s in the growing

And in the growth

Of a good solid soil beneath

From which all things spring

And in the sudden fourth month

Up and grow

On a daily basis until

You can’t even recognize your own

Anymore

For you have changed

And that’s what this is about