I found a flower today,
Laying upon a grass verge
That borders a busy highway.
It didn’t belong
On the grass verge,
That was obvious.
The flower was a type of orchid
Found on large, tropical trees
In southeast Asia.
Or more likely, in Florida where I live,
Found in floral bouquets
For sale in drugstores, near the checkout counter.
Automobiles on the busy highway
Screamed by just a few feet away,
Unnerving me slightly.
I looked at the flower
“How did you get here?”
After all, everything has a story.
Even a discarded flower.
Then I looked up
And noticed other flowers
Of the same type
Scattered along the road’s edge,
And I assumed
The flower I looked at
Was indeed once part
Of a drugstore bouquet.
Thrown from a speeding car, I wondered?
Tossed out in anger to wilt at road’s edge,
While in the car a fighting couple
Travelled on for miles and miles?
They fought all the way home, I imagined,
Him driving grimly and her crying,
Both saying things they later regretted.
Yes, like all lovers do.
Even you and your lover, I’ll bet.
I know it’s true about me, and mine.
I gazed at the discarded flower by the side of the road,
And a little sadness touched my heart.
Luckily, the terrifying scream
Of hurtling automobiles
Just a few feet away
Soon distracted me from this kind of thinking!
Get away, Sadness!
I said to the feeling within myself,
And watch out for that speeding truck!
However it came to exist,
Deserves my attention, too.
Let me enjoy
This moment of beauty
While it lasts,
Without fear or distraction.
As I should also
Attempt to enjoy my life.
Then I looked
With new, loving eyes of zen
At the beautiful, discarded flower,
And the noise and sadness
Of this world…
Melted into nothingness.