Every orchid reminds me of my mother
Difficult to tend to but beautiful and majestic to behold
Whether rain or shine; to have to sift to find it fighting for it's place to glow
Bilateral symmetry of the epiphytic houseplants bloom and grow
I tend to ponder the resiliencies of nature
Ebbing and flowing in disdain of humanity’s effects
Ceaselessly succeeding in achieving breathless beauty
Reverent scents pours from the fragrant root
Reminding me, though unseen, roots can set us free
Earthing with my naked feet, Digging in the dirt with my bare hands
The daily dose of forward motion leaves impressions behind
Beleaguered notions of childhood echoes in my memory
I've learned the path behind is not a curse at all, in fact:
Footprints, too, are a kind of offering