Orchid

Lyric

Sun shines warm through the glass
eyes descend on me
change feels heavy
and falling away…
takes time...
it is the wrong season.

Tears yearn for release, escape, but grace knows better.

Don’t grieve yet
it is the wrong season.

The air glistens around me
And I am full with memories
flowing light, it’s warmth
wrapping me,
containing what I cannot.

The waves are coming again

A high tide of salt and silver
heavy in a body too small to hold so much ocean

34 years of ghosts knocking at the glass:
the house I live in shaking
with the memory of running out into the cold…
folding my petals against a wind that never stopped blowing

There’s a name for what I am.

Something about a flower that cannot survive the storm
But outshines the moon when the sun is kind

A creature of delicate thrumming

I don’t just see the world, I catch fire from it.

The erotic pull,

The spiritual thread,

The way you see past skin to the electric, humming, truth of me
A living thing- Unfolding- Blooming- Present.

I feel the colours returning to my edges

I am small

And I am golden

and I am Not afraid of how deeply I feel the world.

I am leaning into the light
I am weepy with the weight of it.
The waves of longing

The crashing blue.