Seamlessly melting onto
The cool of day
Waking
In me
Someone is telling me
They didn’t mean to,
But they did.
Someone is telling me
What I should do, but
I can’t
I can’t say anything–
They have blocked me.
A locked apology
Is none at all.
A heart opens just a little
And then thanks me with
With the smell of flowers on it
Lingering and weaving through the day.
Touching the place of no apology.
Reflection: In the evening, looking into the pool of day, swirling like an eddy, I see the sorrow and joys of the world and not just me.