A Flower’s Soft Arms
Aromas of drifting days
shimmered among the sun’s early shifting shadows
warming a garden’s languid floral arms.
The blooms’ shallow sculptures carved sunlight into
valleys, brushing eyebrows on ridges –
I reached out.
Stop – soft shocked.
How did nature decide touching such delicate beauty
would disturb the very pigments that drew
butterflies and bees and me?
Only by reaching the tendrils of my thoughts
a hair beyond my nose was I
to safely reach
the flower’s soft arms and listen —
Was scent, then, the first outreach, first tool of touch?
The languid flower beyond me winks and waves its arms like
fresh sheets singing lullabies with a windy day —
I smile. Touched —
- sense the warming morning sun blink a fragrance from my flower -
– remember them whispering at my birth –
- and know -
- I’m on the right scent -
© Felipe Adan Lerma
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