I’ve been writing some poetry lately, and while most of I’m writing for me, I felt like sharing this one.

the god of flowers

she had watched for eons
as the surface cooled
as the water explored the terrain
as beings emerged from the sea
as cells explored photosynthesis
as limbs evolved
and some even became wings

a tapestry of interdependence
              and possibility

our god is so patient.
she had seen other gods
introduce new threads

their artistry expressed in
ecological niches
charismatic megafauna
fungal experimentation
symbiotic pairings

still she watched

she would play on the unseen
colors of the rainbow
sliding down the infrared
climbing up the ultraviolet

until some other god
distantly yelled their version of
Eureka!

our god is so patient
is how the flowers tell it

sometimes it takes a lot
of work that looks unproductive
to give an idea space to gestate

our god is so good
at looking completely useless
superfluous even
just taking up space

but—
the flowers whisper this part
for dramatic emphasis

eventually she noticed how little
fanfare was paid when
the earth turned towards
the sun
and the snow melted
and the water ran
and sure, there was
the slow emergence of green

but the animals met
the solar glory with energy
unmatched by their botanical peers

the bees kept joining her
on the infrared slide
to get the energy out

our god is so patient

but that day all her
unproductivity finally came together

and as the idea bloomed
she became our god