Rising I Glide

Rising, I glide

To meet the Sun.

I find him gone,

Taken by the clouds from me.

I look to the place

Where he should be

Low in the morning sky.

But there in the east,

A table is spread.

Breakfast prepared.

I stare

At one lone orchid

Posited

There as the centerpiece.

Radiant blossom,

Unimpeded,

Altogether unfurled

In extended elegance,

Fragrance flowering

And drawing me

Hypnotically,

Step by graded step,

Into your unlocked allure.

I reach for the delight,

And stop.

The delicate colors—

The intricate design—

The intoxicating redolence—

“Whose?”

Warm resplendence

Tenderly unbars my soul,

Herself now opening gracefully,

Exposed in full bouquet.

Unburdened,

Free from doubt or guilt,

Knowing cascades

In brilliant dreams,

Within, without,

“For me.”

-jenn long