Sitting down peacefully.
pondering what to do should I leave this place?
I’m sure anymore.
Sitting on the porch swing during a spring rainstorm
watching out at the road as cars drive by
leaving a tire mark from stopping suddenly
because a child was playing in the road.
I could sit here for hours.
To watch the rain fall onto the petals of the sunflower
causing it to tilt down then bounce back up right as another petal hits.
Soon the flower will drown, and I will watch and do nothing.
It is a cold, damp spring.
It has rained for what feels like a year.
The sunflower sits on the very edge of my porch,
next to the post that is slightly crooked from the house settling in after the years.
It just sits in this pot.
Sometimes I sit and watch as the rain falls onto it velvet pedals.
The drops slow just before they touch it.
The petals drop ever so slightly as the rain hits them,
then the drops slowly fall to the dirt making it puddle of mud and rocks.
The flower sits there year after year
getting taller, stronger.
Dazzling.
Days , years, decades pass as the flower begins to slowly fall,
petal by petal
then all that's left is the dead looking center.
But it’s not dead, it is full of life
for it has an abundance of seeds within it.
I will have a new flower when they fall
