Drops of Color
The Earth shook.
The ground quaked.
Thunder parted the clouds.
You lie in fallowed soil
unseen, invisible, hid-den.
No One called you to take the stage.
A bell did not chime signaling your time.
Lights weren’t beaming on/off queuing you.
You moved like a silent hush.
You adorned yourself with a heavy
winter coat and you knew just
when to unbutton the top button
unclasping the rest that followed.
You then burst.
Your coat scattered to the winds.
Your nakedness exposed your
You were One, yet hundreds of
petals were what blossomed forth,
Your sweet scent
like incense rising…
The sun poured its light meeting you—
taking you in.
You were born for this moment.
All you had to do was blossom,
and you naturally came to be.