I drift in
and out
of dreams.
Patches of colour.
Fragmented echoes.
Tiny worlds created
and collapsed.
I guide my thoughts toward a calming memory: walking a trail with my daughter, a single blue vervain backlit by the sun among swaying grasses.
I take a deep breath and watch the wind move through the field.
The blue flowers like gemstones in the light.
Then suddenly, I’m awake.
Coffee poured, I head to the garden.
The first two blooms of lance-leaf coreopsis are waiting.
Bright yellow flowers.
Full of charm, warmth, and joy.
Like Tan.
Today is my best friend’s birthday.
He would be 42.