How Long

has one month passed?
I hate that.
I practice,
but practice means,
not little,
but about nothing big,
nothing larger than life,
means I grow,
out of the stump,
in the ground,
my legs as thick around as trees,
raindrop stars,
dividing the corners,
dew in my eye,
lifting my foot,
uprooting trees,
leaving leaves in my hair.

How long has it been since my pen pressed to paper.

10/23/2018