I wish for something
certainty, an answer
to have something which is true, solid, unwavering
and sure, yes, I do have that in aspects
but not in the entirety and that’s what I desire

until
I consider the wildflowers blooming on the next block
they drift back and forth in the wind
unconcerned
returning each year
a mish mash of colors and shapes
red, yellow, blue
primaries in the pastel world of painted bricks
out of place, perhaps, amongst the roses and daylilies

they return each year, despite no written arrangement
the Universe’s plan intervenes and they bloom
a lesson, I confirm
for me and my constant quest
     keep walking and see what life brings