This still morning fits my mood as
my life feels paused somehow placed on hold
not by the finger of God or any angel good or evil
but by my own reluctance to changeÂ
one whit
of what
has felt to me a perfect balance.
The petals of this flower haveÂ
uncurled to a round fullness
drinking up the sun and rain
finding this patch of earthÂ
so loamy and rich as to promiseÂ
ever more and grander
blooms to come.
