Flowers Turn to Fruit
I am surprised I’m still surprised, how the magic does it
I go through it and act tough, this is so tiny, full of nothing
How the magic does it
I floated in the darkness, remembered the womb, drank warm liquids, relaxed my
muscles through breath and fell like an unstable child
and gravity
I was told to remember the way it has always been
release, gather, celebrate
and the weight of my palms changed
an idea rose from paper, streamed live
somehow, it looks easy when you work hard
I was told to take nothing personally, least of all myself
least of all
myself
flowers turn to fruit
feelings change
and plans hardly happen as planned
still breathing in a full moon
waiting for the daylight
I’m surprised I’m still surprised
wishes come true at all