Rain. So now all the wildflowers that haven’t had the heart
to bloom are popping out, the many sizes and shapes of
yellow that look like daisies but of course are not,
bright cheerful big and little faces dotting the trailsides and meadows.
I would like the rain to work such a magic on me myself
and all of us, bringing out the airy, blithe, beaming blooms
lying dormant within us but I for one am far too
complicated for such a quick fix (or so I tell myself).
In my next life I’ll be a simple, small flower, happy to
bounce into bloom with the slightest provocation.
