I Matter

Multitude of alarm clocks
herald the dawn,
buzzing bees,
birds chirping,
building crescendo.

In silent homage,
I stretch my leaves to the heavens,
glistening dewdrops hang,
cleansing me, purifying me.
their tiny mirrors reflecting myself,
a cameo of red, orange, green.

Moving my roots
in cool, damp earth below,
I feel awake, alive,
numbness retreats.

Energy streams through me,
moving up my stem,
stimulating electric currents.
Every part of my being
joins in,
veins vibrating,
petals pulsating,
stamens strong and sure,
Pollen dancing, a pale dusting
of gold glitter.

Visitors come calling,
A spider weaves
a delicate design
of silky tapestry
in and out of my leaves.
I am proud that
I can help him, my
foundation a support.

A bee moves in and out
of my petals, randomly,
a staccato of sight and sound,
taking my pollen offering,
sharing this gift
with neighbors nearby.

An ant parade walks on my being,
a bridge for their travels,
tiny feet tickling,
I giggle in
glorious abandon.

A tiny child chortles in glee,
reaching down to pluck me.
I am placed in liquid
and stare through glass enclosure
at eyes all around.
They touch me, smell me,
talk to me,
seemingly enchanted,
endearing me to them.

For I am not just another flower
lost in a field of beautiful blooms,
I make an impact on
all God’s creatures.

I offer my gifts.
I offer my love.
I matter.


Marlotus O’Keefe