Poem

A little poem I wrote this morning while sitting on my porch that I want to share. I want to title it “Dandelion.”:

I want to be the single dandelion

the one that stands in the front yard

soaking up the new day

It has no worries, no cares

It just is, it is present

At any point someone can pluck it for its beauty

And even if that happens, if someone blows the wishes into the breeze

The dandelion would be content

in knowing their work is done

that it has succeeded

that their seeds will soar and find new places to grow and just be

There’s something poetic in that

That even if someone or something

snaps you, plucks you, blows you into

every direction of the unknown

You will be alright.

For in every unknown, there is change

and change can be good

Change is growth, wanted or not, but it is the only constant

So just be like that single dandelion

and don’t fight it

Be designed to let go

and be set free