Unfolding

We tore out the walls, replaced a window, added another, ripped up 5 layers of old flooring. Now it awaits its becoming. My kitchen, heart of the home, a mother’s canvas and all the rest. Wrote a poem in the wee hours in less than 8 minutes to pay homage to the moment…

Unfolding

We are three tulips in a vase

Purple iridescence

Outside in

Spring of hope

Resplendent renewal

Quiet movements  

In stillness subtle 

Unfolding 

and growth

When no one is looking

Or even when they are

Right here

Close

Washing dishes

Tearing down walls

Sometimes hurling words or

Things

Life is a constant striving and breaking down

Shoots

Soil.

Still, we open

Our petals wide by morning

Like nubile legs splayed

An invitation

Slipped in curious and hidden places

Behold our secrets

Bursting

Offering

Fumbling

Lonely

Together

Embodiment of delicious

Life 

Fertile

Of possibility (or not) connection (or not) 

Witnessing (or not)

And even if we close a bit again by nightfall

Either way

We will brandish our inchoate beauty

And keep working our way towards the sun