petals
fall (they love me?
they love me not?) it’s tough
to be a bug today (love me?
… or not …)

petals
fall (they love me?
they love me not?) it’s tough
to be a bug today (love me?
… or not …)
I sit cross-legged on a sunlight coated lawn
as Mother Nature strokes my forehead,
her silk caress lulls me into a daydream
commanding silence and slow breath
with my worries suspended in a sunbeam
she draws out every weight in my chest