if you only knew

Tightly folded flower
a mere passing dawn away from
your selfless offering.
How many dreams have you had
of this moment
when you will become who you are
stigma and stamen, in style
from a seed packet that
already spells your name
adorns your picture?

A twin at your side
hints at your future
reflects your truth
encouraging you with nods
that hitch rides on molecules of air,
rehearsals over now, the stage is set
petals lift to the light
threaded by a needle
and the sun’s arching fingers
into every hollow cranny of the day

later on you will kiss your neighbours
in steamy breezes
be stroked and poked
under a proboscis sky
a victim of your beauty
yet a hero to your kind.

Young mothers will await your trace
in far away fields
fashioning a parade of their colours
eager to embrace nature’s call

“flower,
I am jealous of your life
its simple desires, its rooted form
no personality flawed
no identity fraud
the stillness a reminder of my impatience,
you bend with the wind
you are
without therapy, my therapy
you, only you”

“human,
I am jealous of your life
stuck fast in muds of glue
violated by the insect masses
a prisoner here
always what they say I am
exposed 
to what I can’t control
thirsty for a choice
craving for a voice.”