Daisy Drop

This is how it feels,

this flower in my hand,

a single stemmed daisy,

green, white and yellow

with practically no weight.


It feels like you, beloved,

and helps me remember

our times together

from seed to first bloom

to now, this moment, here.


This flower is you and I.

It is us, and it is also

just a daisy. I let it fall

into the brown river below,

and now it is the river,

soon to be the banks of the levy,

the dam, all the way

to the boundless sea.


This is how it feels

to be human

and embrace the life unending

inside everything.