Flowers

Photo by Dileep Kuriyedath on Unsplash

I stare at my ceiling, understanding children
Are really seeds, fighting to stay under
the ground, growing anyway,
not always making the surface.

I hope we’re flowers.

Flowers are small, excitable things,
They make love with color and scent.
They are the subjects of paintings,
Poems, the lyrics in songs.

I hope we’re flowers.

Flowers last forever and die
In a rain beat, in the blink
Of an iris, so purple that it must
Be all the color there ever was.

I hope we’re flowers.