if only in my thoughts
I surrender today’s nuisances
longing for what’s beyond reach
I consider cutting a flower that’s technically not mine
but who can truly own nature
a day will come
I am reminded
or at least the possibility thereof eludes
I can waiver
fold or bend or preclude
I am free
although I rarely cash in
instead I ramble tentatively
wishing for an answer
recalling milestones and setbacks
days such as today are impossible to comprehend