after the rain the weeds
green

and peeking
wiggle their way between

the stones
and gravel

push their way
through the dark of the dirt

expanding in the morning light
we circle

and swirl in our systems
we wait the weather

ever mindful of the bumps
and jags that seek

to knock us off our line
we pray through the paces

so careful of the roots
that hold us

and keep us in place