Monday, March 18, 2024

Like mission control counting down to launch
or my brain in the morning
daffodils must be this way.
Their nodding buds abuzz
all bustle and hubbub before the bloom
with building energy and final checks.
But ah!
What yawning stillness they must find
what perfect poise
pure potential
their yellow folds must hold
in the breathless moments between one and liftoff.
Milliseconds stretch into minutes and months
miniature winters
waiting to spring.

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a ritual to start the week