You wait all year to see them blossom
and when they finally do
you stare at the petals and peer closely inside
you smile at them because they are so delightfully alive
you photograph them, the same way you do each year
and then after a few minutes this thought arises:
they are impossible to take in.
Maybe because they shrivel after one day.
Or maybe because that's just the way things are.
You can't make anything last. But that's OK.
The lilies make me believe that there is a supremely powerful
energy in the universe and thankfully some of it blooms as flowers