A flower
Waiting to blossom
Does not sit
And wonder
Oh, no. When shall I blossom?
When shall pollination come?
If it did
It would probably
Choke itself at the stem
And cease to exist
Instead, it lives
Present
In the moment
Without recollection
Of the chore of its spawning
Or fear of its destiny
It is here now
I wrote this poem after taking a Hinduism, Buddhism and Tao class at NYU. I was impressed by the human struggle to stay present versus how plants, rocks and animals innately are in the moment. This poem is included in my book “Poetry for All Those Breathing”.