Most mornings I wake up with an explosion
of thoughts ping-ponging in my brain.
And I’m not always sure where to go first,
other than to let my dog, Rose, out to pee.
I often grab my journal, begin to jot the ideas down,
never knowing which ones will bloom.
The hydrangea beside the garage has not bloomed
since 2017 when I bought my home.
I have to wonder
what’s made her decide to explode.