28. I Worry Too Much

July 13, 1995
I worry too much, pulling into a ball,
a mental fetal position, rigid and fragile.
My strength is bound within like roots,
twisting hands  beneath the ground.
Slowly, I unfurl each strand lifting
my tree from river bank to sky.

(from My Book of Changes, 1994-1996)

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