A Dream

this is a flower
not an act
not something to be done
there is no end to reach
nothing to maintain
no place for initiative
nothing to plan

it grows on its own
towards the sun
and around the other things
nature nourishes it
it adapts

this is a sunset
it is to feel
the light on our skin
while our eyes are taken
by the slivers of
pink red yellow saphire violet
and turqoise

we have no other role
but to sense

this is a meal
made with thought
as an art
we can only be brave enough
to go slow enough
to put each morsel
on our tongue
to smile at every change in
flavor
to remember each bite

this is a dream
we can only allow it
to be