The blooms caught me by surprise.
I certainly wasn’t expecting to see them.
The fog’s been a bit heavy
and recently, it seems,
I just see gray.
So the flowers snuck up on me.
I was shocked
at their presence
and I wanted to shout,
“How dare you bloom
in this very gray space?”
They demanded to be
enjoyed and acknowledged
but I kept walking –
an obvious denial.
They kept shouting.
F i n e.
I turned around
and snapped
a picture of these
audacious
blooms
just so they would
leave me alone.
But they won’t
leave me be.
They keep talking.
They insist that
beauty and joy
exist outside
of my circumstances.
Such grace.
Beauty and joy
just won’t bow to
my own personal
emotions.
I’m thankful
blooms can
shout.
Thankful that
I’m not in control.
Keep talking, beauty.
I appreciate you
showing up, joy.
Thanks for
not letting
me walk away.
#PermissionGranted
