amongst the fields

Amongst the fields 

In our hearts 

There are things 

We’d call weeds 

Spiky strangers 

We avoid 

In view of 

Prettier buds

Yet sometimes 

The thorny 

Encounters 

Give life 

It’s wild 

Worthiness 

If we never 

Venture 

There’s 

No discovery 

We are not stuck 

Indoors 

There’s 

A whole faculty of 

Imagination 

Waiting 

To prick 

Us awake 

~kimiko tao fujimoto