i was pulled aside and led to a place
where dirt had gathered and salt had
weathered and was told to look!
a flower.
and i was reminded that every moment
is an invitation to love.
there are other things on my mind, but
none of them bloom like you do.
i have
been revisiting the function of two people
meeting and initiating a sequence of vocal
and physical interactions, and it is left
with
wondering what might bloom there in a year
or two. did the
squeeze of my hand go unnoticed?
the lichen is blossoming into clouds
of gentle green light. i am in love with it as
no one else is.