As if one ounce of well wrought effort could affect a change.
Can it open a rose?
Can it hurry the petals
As they unfurl into the dew-dropped morning?
With sheer will and determination
Can you smell the heady scent
See the blood-red velvet petals sooner?
Can you hurry it along
With careful plans and cunning acts of wisdom?
For you think you know
and what to do
If only you could do it.
As if your human effort
Makes any sort of difference.
Will you miss the beauty of the bud
And the tiny miracles of opening?
Twisted up with making it so
And wishing for it to hurry.
Be. And Be. And Be some more
Just show up, don’t worry.
The blooming is inevitable
The rose the bearer of its glory.