We are separate from the earth and each other
the same way ice
is separate from the water beneath it.
We can rise above all the other water on cold days,
days that will freeze our urge to sprout and grow and thrive.
We can insist on our differences and specialness,
our hardness and ability to be on top.
But eventually the sun comes out and the earth warms,
and it all becomes one glorious, squishy mess.
Ego says this is disaster.
Love says this is spring.