Break

I need a break from reason —

too much time I’ve spent 

in figuring sums and reading

the fine print — a signature 

goes hear, check this box,

send to this address,

postmark by this date —

I need yellow daisies 

and pollen-heavy bees,

a drowsy day in spring,

the gentle warmth

of midmorning in March —

I need to be still enough

to gain a butterfly’s trust,

to see a flower turn and 

face the sun, releasing

silken petals down in welcome…

but I would settle for an hour’s

reprieve seeking a single

lenten rose hidden in a fallow 

field of dancing sea oats.

—C.L. Fisher, January 2022

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