Promises are seeds buried in tiny

spaces -- soil block, womb, imagination.

Each speck a world of shrouded potential

labyrinthine orbit, quiet stillness

universe sown in fidelity's soil

promise of scarlet tomato, of tents

remade in stone, and little fingers curled

around your wondering heart; fruition

is promises built from atoms shot through

with light, life incarnate from wind and dust.

Look for seedlings bursting forth, infant wails,

strong walls telling stories of a promise:

one day you'll wake in love's re-membered light,

hope and faith burned to mere warm memory.

Poem by
AMANDA BRINDLEY
The Tiny Burrow

Artwork by
GARRETT MOORE
”Dwell.” Plastina on paper.
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