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.