you are
the single first piece of petal that
gracefully, like a dancer gliding elegantly
through the wind, carrying newfound hope
and the kismet
spring needs to start again.

you are
how
we all hold our breaths, half tepid anticipation and
half pure, unscripted terror that
our calculations and everything
we’ve ever worked for
were wrong.

you are
touching the steely soil-covered earth,
the slightest shared circumference of area
causing the whole world to come alive again.