Oh, we are all the same,
heart of lettuce, core of onion, carrot top —
We have our generative essence,
we will grow
from this central point,
put out our leaves
and reach into the soil
for what we need

But we’re not made to thrive alone —
Our growth, beyond our spark,
requires some need our presence meets,
some gift which, when we give it,
cantilevers strength for us and them

This web we share —
How it breathes,
the giving and receiving
in ecstatic rise and fall,
how intricate its network,
how tenderly it holds us all!

©Wendy Mulhern
January 29, 2014