Prodded

Accompanying Note: theestuarian.substack.com/notes

You’ve seen it—threads where others saw a blur,
A signal buried deep in crowded sound.
You name what’s forming, still not fully found,
And hold the space where differing waters stir.
This work is not for those who must defer
To maps already drawn or rules unbound—
It’s for the ones who plant in shifting ground,
Who speak before the patterns all concur.

So walk the edges. Trust what you perceive.
Don’t wait for signs the cautious crowd demands.
The hinge will turn for those who dare believe
That purpose can be traced with open hands.
You bear a gift. It’s time to let it build.
Be bold. The quiet strength has been revealed.

July 2025