the stages of blooming
the unfolding of time
petal by petal
i find my rhythm
and for a whispered moment
i am whole, open, jubilantly joyous
vulnerable
before pieces of me fall
drifting drooping dropping
rivulets of tears form rivers
and i remember that i know how to swim
across fragrant lanes of myself
and so i pick up my shears
and carefully clip back my thoughts
making way for the beginning
again.