the abominable mystery

the abominable mystery,

petals and petals,

if not for the bloom

there would be no fruit.

out of flowers 

most calories we consume.

lush forms and colors,

full-bodied to spiderlike to urns

evolved with our anatomy.

eyes and limbs of diversity,

cells and cells,

humans pose festooned.

glorify nature, one fine night 

blooming Lady Cereus.

medicinal herb Brahma Kamal,

wipe away the bruise

with a once-in-a-lifetime bouquet

gathered from around the world

of devil’s hand and lobster claws

among bleeding hearts and hooker’s lips,

with beehive ginger and living stones

next to happy aliens 

mixed with snapdragon seed pods

twelve flowers in a plant

strike the pose white egret orchids

to put focus on parrot flowers in full bloom,

found swaddled babies and naked man

hang down the vase.

the abominable mystery,

build and build 

tessellated images,

flower photomosaics

of real humans as flowers.

limbs and irises 

cross pistil and stem,

ovary and stamen. 

in the smell of rain and dew, take them!

these are the wonders 

that bud again and again.

behold the great blossoming,

flowering plants changed the world!

how fresh, how sweet and clean,

the big bloom speaks the ancient language

of flowers, of deep green, of repeated collusion. 

if not for the flower there would be no human.