out of season (7.07 am)

as a child i experienced the truth of in season. knowing the limits of  grows, blooms, opens up, bears fruit—is ready.  and i held in my hands the results of the right time.

the taste.

the plenty.

the satisfaction.

now i have met the veneer of  ripe and ready.  a have it now, just as good, the cost is not much more for taste-less contentment.

there is cost sacrifice in the wait. but greater cost in the make. the take. in the out of season.

it can cost peace.

it can cost a path.

it can cost prosper.

it can cost pure.


photo credit Nelson Toro. Lae, PNG


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