Eventually Everything Blossoms

Eventually everything blossoms.

It is efficient to assure Mother Nature,
the ultimate performer,
that even the hornet can learn
not to sting himself.

Eventually everything breaks free of the petals.

Invisible jarring of joy
can't contain itself
and must gallop across the face
as a smile.

Eventually everything that complains must laugh.

The old woman kvetching at the edge of the monger's counter
catches her last breath and exhales in a sudden gaffaw.
Try as she might, even her hand can't stop the world
from flying free in uncontrollable delight
like bells on the edge of the wind.