and in this stillness, a flower

it is in this time
forgetting time
and being in places
all too familiar
and not quite
familiar enough,
where we can find
out how to move
and how to be
still and calm,
patient
as
a flower in progress. always.
and you,
the bee or wasp
can come along
relentlessly
with stinger in hand,
completely unsure
of how to proceed.
i'm seeming to feel
as though
wings come
for us all
as surely as
the petals fall.