When I admit I’ve been wrong
and that you’ve been true, I want to pick up
all I’ve broken with my insistence and bring
you flowers you’ve never seen.
This is what it means to make amends.
When a misunderstanding unravels,
I want to linger in that clearing, and put
aside our beliefs, which weigh us down
like old iron castings we’ve carried
around for generations.
This is what it means to listen.
When we use up all the names we’vebeen given and simply help each other
with whatever is before us, we are as close
as the first friends drinking from a stream.
This is what it means to be here now.
To admit when we’re wrong, to linger
in the clearing, and to use up all our names,
this is how the soul shows itself
in the time we have.
A Question to Walk With: In conversation with a friend or loved one, have each of you share a story about a time when were wrong and how you handled your discovery of this.
This excerpt is from my book in progress, The Fifth Season.
*Photo credit: Anastasiya Lobanovskaya