lavender, petals
earth. solidity that is the only
constant, sometimes. breathing
the scents, without the pollution, the pure
soil and heaviness that lifts the thoughts. opposites
balance: the feather-light
leaf alighting on a stone. in contact with
these, grabbing with empty fists, abate the
turmoil within the mind. I see my lost
students, who wish for a connection, or
peace, gathering bouquets. while I
rush, forward, intent on the end goal, a young
girl stops. she gathers lavender flower
petals in her open palms. a man barraged by
paranoia gathers wild rosemary
stalks. these gifts from the world are lovingly collected
and left, like prayers, for those in
search of together.