Ritual Bulbs Bloomed

My hand is bound tight as a sailors knot.
Ready to react.
Holding just flowers.

Overnight, last night, ritual bulbs bloomed
all together at once, filling entire fields.
And I couldn’t resist.

— My other hand quivers.

My heart completes the circuit between the two.
I know, I know. But let me dream
of a land of maybe?

Just let me collect these gorgeous flowers?
They make me smile.
Because I know just how much

you would have loved them.