Inflorescence

not sleeping
I open, a lotus

sing in the street
say ‘yes’

poetry blooms
and endless      possibility;

I talk to strangers,
notice signs,

know
that everything’s unfolding

as it should—
I’m god.

Soon I
turn wrathful

take risks,
think strange men

follow me home.
There’s even

the odd impulse
to step off

this bridge.

Photo: Catherin J Pascal Dunk