Wildflowers

Like a field of spring wildflowers,
thoughts and emotions the colors of
scarlet, lapis, sunshine, and restful green
appear throughout my day.

What a strange gift
this last year has been.
Almost a year now since my organ
of digesting-and-letting-go went
berserk and I released a bit of it
to the surgeon's hands.
Last night while doing practice,
with heart wide open, Buddha dog
came to visit
- he's been "gone" nine months now -
and I cried as if, again, I was
kissing his nose for the
last time.  And Sunday,
Mother's Day, my family gathered
for dinner, my brother offering
thanks from the chair my dad
has now vacated.

Every morning,
I juice a pile of vegetables
for my beloved.
Like the words and feelings that wash through me
a hundred times a day,
like the wildflowers on Green Mountain
near my childhood home,
they, too, come in brilliant colors.
All here one moment,
seemingly solid, then in an instant,
zap!
transformed into a vital,
life-giving elixir of the gods.