It’s not that the queen’s crown changed anything,
not really. All it was doing was growing there
in the field beside the spruce.
But there it was, succulent and pink.
And there I was, not even knowing
how desperately I wanted to find
something beautiful, until I stumbled
on the flower, hiding as it was in the tall, tall grass.
And though it changed nothing,
it changed everything, the day
suddenly marked by treasure,
by luck. There are, surely, thousands
of chances each day for such astonishment,
thousands of openings
I never see, thousands of opportunities
to say, “This, this is why I am here.”
Crazy that finding a flower in the tall, tall grass
could obscure a whole world of troubles.
At least for a moment.
I will tell you where to find it,
though it wouldn’t be the same
if you were looking for it.
No, better to walk wherever it is
you are walking, better to stumble
as often as you can.