A sunflower once told me…
Published in
Feb 6, 2022
My job is to receive.
To take root, to reach, to extend.
To tangle and dance with the winds, to kiss and make love to honeybees.
To lock eyes with the world — to meet its gaze and maintain my yellows and greens and oranges and browns.
To evoke smiles in children, adorn the hands and bodies of lovers.
To twist and expand in search of light…
My job is to create.
To bloat, bear down, then give birth to a thousand seeds so they may take root and reach and extend in their own ways.
Only then, may I slouch.
May I bow, and bow, and bow further still.
May I falter and crumple — reaching this time for the ground as I twist and collapse in search of darkness.
