I came across an
unexpected flower
in my now defunct garden.
And this is the thing of it…
I wasn’t looking for growth,
I didn’t expect anything more
than the same same same
of a garden
left alone.
Weeds.
Barren.
Obviously abandoned.
And I wasn’t even
looking to look
at the garden.
I was going around
the corner of my house
and it was there.
And I commented aloud something like,
“Whoa” or
“Hello” or
“What”
as if asking the flower
what was happening.
And I thought about
what people say…
And goddamn it,
no one,
please,
say these words,
actually,
to anyone…
“When you are not looking”
“When you least expect it”
“Around every corner”...
And then,
around the corner,
when I least expected it,
where I was not looking,
I found an unexpected flower.
Yes, there has been growth.
Yes, this is a metaphor.
Yes, there is beauty among
the very chaos in which
such loveliness grows.
