I am so in awe of this soon-to-be-sunflower,
tightly under wraps for now,
waiting to make her grand entrance into the world.
Beneath that crown of sunlit leaves,
notice how her petals are perfectly packaged,
likely tucked away in order of which petals will get to pop first.
I see myself in her.
The waiting for my petals to pop,
the eagerness to catch up with already-blossomed flowers,
the holding on to what’s cozy and comfortable,
the giddyness over finding a garden where I belong,
the growing and stretching and soaking up sunshine.
I am her.
She is me.
And we’re in the business of blooming.