The Flower of Calm Looking deeply Into the heart of the bud, I adjust my lens. Like the ﬂower I photograph, I am opening up. My eyes blossom with calm.
Listening deeply To the nature of my anxiety I hear the warm, swarming sound Of bees being above me. They are buzzing happily, unbusily, As they circle around the sweetness That rests Inside my being.
The clouds today Are ﬂoating in my tea. They wet every line Of my poetry. Every word soaks Up the ink of the sun So that I may offer you This smiling form.
By Jamyson Clair Vining