SUNFLOWERS
Sunlight on sunflowers
Ridiculous explosions.
Yellow gold screaming.
Deep green curly-point pods,
Clustering choruses of ecstatic anticipation.
Beauty so vivid the soul aches with wonder,
Struggling to take it in.
Bees in pollen-caked pajamas
Feast in diligent adoration.
Vein smattered, hail battered leaves,
Alcove for celebrating ants.
Jack-in-the-Beanstalk stems,
Sticky, hairy, and thick
Steadfast in wind and rain.
Such extravagance
For a seed so small and black!
Spending it’s entire existence,
Chasing the sun.
Reaching, growing, yearning,
Finally, gasping,
Into orgasmic bloom.
Moonlight on sunflowers
Glistens,
Color fading into
Dreamy silhouettes
Dancing silently.
Night sky slides onward
Above their family reunion.
Might we be that beautiful?
Small-beginning, sacred survivors
Of rugged-weather wounds and losses.
Surprised by joy,
Shadow dancing,
Rooted in Dirt, seeking Light;
Bridges between Earth and Heaven.