(from the virtual biking philosopher’s notebook)

Not that you know more things,
but what you’ve always known
you know more deeply,
know what tumbling concatenations follow
from one truth,
know more things it disallows
by being true

Not that you grow into something you weren’t,
but what you are, you keep becoming,
grander and more like yourself than ever,
just like these firs.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2020