CALL ME GIRL
I was looking at the flower bed by the front door; “That is the whole”, I said. I was looking at a plant with a spread of leaves; it seemed suddenly plain that the flower itself was a part of the earth; that a ring enclosed what was the flower; and that was the real flower; part earth; part flower.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Home was where we stayed
Until we could stay no longer.