Dandelion

Inspired by Mary Oliver's Dogfish
--

Some sort of stubborn, desperate thing
kept searching for the light
and crawling ever-upwards, through the dirt.
Trod upon and ragged,
with a fierce hunger.

If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a sidewalk
cracked and desolate, with a single, near-dead flower
forcing its way up, 
against the weight of the sky.

And you know 
what they say,
about what doesn't kill you.

I wanted 
myself to be different; I wanted
to disappear, like the burning of morning fog, I wanted
myself to fall, and rise,
like a wave, like the sun, like the part of the morning
when the stars fall
out of the sky: A question, an answer;
I wanted 
to diffuse into the world
like the light on the horizon; I wanted 
to know
wherever I was, I was 

Okay.
Deeply.

For more than just a moment or two.

Roselord

VT

18 years old

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