How do I do this alone? I don’t know.
I look around. I’m not really alone, but I feel…isolated, cut off from all others. I feel dull, dried up, shriveled, spent. I feel tired.
Some can tell me I am standing up straight, but I don’t know, deep down. I feel like I am barely hanging on. Perhaps I should listen to those others and act like they say I should. But if I can’t, then what?
Should I join the others and play along? Should I too sing their song? Or should I stand here, weighted with melancholy and memories, true to mine own self; set apart and singular?
I bide my time, waiting for the dusk that will come, and with it perhaps some relief, some refreshing dew.
Inevitably the sun fades and the moist air and the quiet whispering breeze touch me. I feel it.
Maybe I do know how to do this alone.
Now I see I have been doing it all along.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be. Please come back again for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like. Even better, look down at the world that teems with life and meaning. It is right at your feet!