I want to be so many things

Once bright orange, nasturtiums will wlit and then turn golden, but we won’t notice. Bold crimson hibiscus hues will leak and fold inwards, resiliently reddening before turning pink or brown, but we won't notice. The bougainvillea will deadhead themselves before the wind comes to get them, while the rose petals dance on their way out and the jacarandas cremate themselves where we walk; and we will likely - still - not notice.

You might miss all the minor details that come to confirm that times have changed, as we hurry to pick up pots plant the seeds hold the harvest gather the grain catch the breath use the commas - you, you as the seasons change; you’ll want to be so many things. But today, may you be calm.