nathanael.ink

when a single Harper Adams dies
the earth of seeds & petals cry
a low and quiet cry

:: cup your hands over your ears
to hear ::

the lull of mindfulness we want to feel
in child’s pose
to drink the drink of happiness
from the yellow of the rose

whose name we say is meaningless
unto the content of its soul
but all we want is happiness
& all we do
is name
and name and name
even the naming of the rose