The Trellis

I reached into
the tempest with
steady hands and
a practiced grip

I’d always tried to catch it
but this bit of wisdom
proved elusive

It did finally arrive in a
face, hair falling, pale skin
sockets holding eyes lit
presiding over a smile
I’ll never forget

a vessel vacant yet
full to the brim

flawless in
for those unskilled
a lesson, a formula
to plug numbers in

we were asked
to memorize it,
show our work,

soon I realized
the answers were
spending all their
time as questions

and that awareness
is the flower of
our future when

we choose to
entice its bloom
from leaf and stem

BY: Chad Bittner Hurt