Poems

2023-11-06  (Updated 2023-11-29)    3 minute read

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gotta start somewhere

this is hard

oat of sight, oat of mind

What could the humble oat teach us if we were not alienated from them?

Would they suggest growing and thriving to secure my future, as their ancestors did?
Would they take root without hesitation, as if it was the only option?
Would they bend with the wind, as the combine harvester reaps with unstoppable efficiency?

Tragically, I can't find the answers in my oat milk.