I sat in a courtyard of tall beauty
of short beauty
of endless life
among me, all things were deep in root
connected, living, breathing life into me
I was not lonely
I sat among a patch of moss
in the center a flower grew
it was the tiniest of flowers
is was amazing
I picked it
not to kill it
but to admire it
I stared at it forever
I let it stare into me
I felt I loved it
and it me
it possessed something over me
some kind of beautiful spell
I could watch it forever
I named it Mary
Only fitting...
forever is nothing but an hour
maybe less
I forced myself to put it down
I have nothing for it
no soil
no water
no sunlight
it would not grow with me
I brought no fertilizer
I don't have time
there are no tools in these hands
my thumbs are not green
and in the end
I find I am alone