All That’s Required of You

Did you know
there will be poppies
again this year?
It’s true. I’ve seen
their muted green fractals
stockpiling sunlight,
distilling it down
to its purest essence
before igniting
into slow motion fireworks.

In the end, isn’t this all
that’s required of you?

To drink in what you love,
to concentrate it
in the crucible of your body,
and, finally, to bloom.

I recently published a new book that features this poem plus many others to accompany you through every season of life.

It’s called The Wilderness That Bears Your Name.

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