Cultivation

there isn't really much to remember
nothing solid nor concrete
yet, it's remembered and it was only yesterday
branching at interludes, flooded with tears
tickles up spine, blossoms through elbows
rooted in the pit of an empty stomach
but most of all, it whispers through a soft silence
that has been there long beyond yesterday
tended slowly, subtley, sweetly taken over

~Emily Loren Moss