Two Poems

Adaptation

The sprig of rosemary
I pluck from the bush beside
The yoga studio
Surprises me
Spicy, more pungent
Than I remember
The seasons change
My perceptions are not the same
Everything continues to
Develop

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It is what It is

Last night I brought a single flower
Into bed along with me
Laid it beside my pillow

Through the darkened strokes of time
Its petals were a silken whisper
I opened up my deepest heart
Poured forth my hushed and secret stores
Into silent acceptance
Invoking memories
Crushed joyful in my fists like
Blackberries, leaving my fingers
Stained with juice
And scent that will not
Wash away

Dark’s knowings
Given to my single flower
Beside me, beside myself