Inverted flowers

It’s the wanting and the waiting

That are getting to me

A constant stream of memories

Wherever I walk

I search for an off switch

The sad reality

That a wasp must die

For a fig to blossom

I see my friends

Journeying on their paths

Paths no longer adjacent to mine

What bittersweet celebrations

To launch loved ones

Into the next phase of life

Separating the now from where they go

How to ensure

A friend’s essence

Remains effervescent

And not haunting?

How to find anew?

How to remain in discomfort

And dig further into?

Longing for

A heating pad

And a cold plunge

Simultaneously

It is easy to understand

My purpose

My belonging

In relationship to people

It’s a back of my throat wallop feeling

To understand my own

Isolated value

Without a reference point

Although it’s where

I skyrocket

Into the next throw of life

Every few years

Goddess Chaos returns

And anew

I turnover

Inverted flowers

Once again

I turn inward

To expand