To Remind You

Something infinite invented flowers
to remind you of the soft
explosion of your heart
containing the vulnerable
distance of moons, galaxies, aeons
pulsed by an intimate breath,
this motion of repose in
stillness, encircling the creature
as its wayward center,
as zero enfolds all numbers,
as this rose
spills from its precious cup
the fragrance that is all
around it... Now
it becomes so clear
that God is a drunken Bee
who keeps stumbling
back to the well of your body
for a drink.

Photo by Kristy Thompson