We Do Not Know
we do not know
where the seeds
of our kindness
find fertile soil and grow
what sprouts
from those seeds
what flowers
blossom out
we continue
as we must
up through
tended fields
and wild meadows
to a well-traveled road
ever forward for as long
as we are strong
for as long as
we are able
to place after place
to a waiting spring
when the world thaws
one last time for us
where we breathe
the forgotten scents
that remind us
of what we
brought to others
that help us
recall a past
that has
never left
and is now
transformed
to this