It is an honor
to be me
even on the days
when I wish I had the strengths of others

I see my weakness now and wonder...
is it possible that it exists
to allow
strength
in other areas?

The grape must be pulled and popped and worked
from the vine
that tiny place where I place my fingers
is the very place
that allows me to take the prize

I think of the petals of the tulips I see now
as the most delicate things in the world
but it is the tulip with its petals that is tucked safely into that vase
not the bulb.

The wine I enjoy is dry, full, mysterious...
but I cannot take a sip
unless the cork is removed from it's protective place

And as I wonder about my own
fruit
beauty
and luxurious spirit

I see that I only need to remove the obstacle
for these thing to move from room to room
place to place
page to page
friend to friend
from my heart to my mouth

So, what is weak?
And what is strong?

Nothing, I guess,
without the other.