The stars have aligned,
in a way,
that shows me-
back into the past
and into the present…
all those carrots i was chasing
were different from the one i’m walking in-step with now,
because all those other carrots,
🥕they are already in the bag.
i can see them now, the veil removed,
a re-newed sense of freedom.
those other carrots were old versions of me.
While farmer’s might be thinking this moon is a strawberry,
for me it’s the hardy, sweet root of purpose, restored.