Backyard, Mid-May 2 – a poem by Peter Cashorali

Backyard, Mid-May 2

Watch. The plants are coming forward,
Bougainvillea foams with flowers,
Lavender seeps upward slowly,
Orange planets on the rose bush
Burst and seed their stuff through space.
Everything is coming forward.
You can almost see the doorway
Through which each plant makes an entrance,
Come forward from the place of nothing.
Watch as nothing becomes something.
Is this what they called the void?
Who knew it was so creative?
Who knows how it does its work?
Even though you watch it happen
Mystery looks back at you.

Peter Cashorali is a neurodiverse pansy living at the intersection of rivers, farmland and civil war. He practices a contemplative life.