Eye gazing with orchids
Is a staring contest you can’t lose
Even when you blink away
The gentle curves of each gradient
And the pollen motes floating through the air
You’ve still absorbed a tiny universe
Into your soul
A memory of a cold blustery afternoon
Where you turned your mind off
And wandered through jungles and deserts
In the course of three hours
Pressing pause on work and play
And just letting daydreams manifest amongst flowers
You cracked open an hourglass
It’s curved reflections became jagged
Warping against floor boards
You picked up handfuls of glass and sand
Letting them run back through your fingers
Time leaving small cuts on your palms
Criss crossed life lines and branching river beds
Laugh lines streaming from your tear ducts
Minuscule grains making a home under your fingernails