The cracks

An accidental poem by guest writer Julie Harris; edited by Catherin J Pascal Dunk

I feel unworthy.

But down by the stadium,
there’s a tiny,
fully-formed tree
growing
from a crack
in a palm.

And it’s proof enough,
isn’t it?

That the cracks
are where the light gets in—¹
where life takes hold.

Despite it all, I’m here;
and I’m ok.
Sometimes,
I’m even beautiful.

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1. Referencing ‘Anthem’ by Leonard Cohen (see YouTube). ↩︎