Today
I thought about the oak
and how it couldn't return
to the acorn—
and then
a new thought,
angel-borne:
Because there's no acorn
for it to go back to!
What a relief for one
who often bemoaned the past
and its mistakes,
to know there's no past
for me to go back to
(not even the moment just vanished)!
Acorn dissolved,
I'm free to grow.
