Wednesday, February 24, 2010


You surprised me when you
bloomed in front of me.
Your petals revealing color
I didn’t know was there.
I was too anxious to notice you
at first, in the middle of a crowded street--
extending stem beside me.

I had my eyes closed tight in
repetitious prayer,
but your bright color caught me
off guard.

I would have worried less
had I seen sooner
the rose I now hold
so gently in my chapped hands—
it is mine to keep.