Day One

Added on by Steven Casale.

Today I was a cluster of roses.
I picked myself from the garden
and stood up in a vase.

I was yellow and red
and all the colors that
people always want roses to be.

I had no song,
but I was not empty.

Instead, I was full of sunlight
and rain
and the thought of what it must mean
to truly be at home.

So I gave my home to the wind,
with its innocent lick,
devoid of god
or language.

I walked home.

And home, windy but unweathered,
was just the way it always was.