change

a bulb in winter

a shoot in spring

some shade in summer

all glory in autumn

the rest of the time just to be me



Born and raised by the equator meant no seasons, just wet or dry times. 

Panting in the humid heat or drowning in torrential rain. 

No middle ground - not much in between.


Born and raised in the tropics meant no subtleties. 

Light and dark from dawn til dusk and back again. 

No middle ground - timeless in between.


Born and raised on an island meant no bounds, just land, sea, sky. 

Cool high mountains east side, deep warm oceans on the west. 

No middle ground - flatness in between.


Born and raised between the owners and the owned. 

Where folks like how it is just too much. 

No middle ground - nothing in between.

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