Sunday, January 20, 2013


FLOWER       wood sculpture by Candace Knapp 
26 inches x 14 inches x 10 inches   Photo Bjorn Andren   


I crawled out and spread my leaves last week.
It felt so good.
I could just feel my fruit ripening
on those long sunny afternoons.
I stay in my spot.
The wind passes by,
the night slides over me,
the rains come and go.
I am just here contemplating my fate
The sun is my everything.
I turn my leaves to face it,
stretch for it,
wait for it to appear
and cherish it’s warmth.
One question burns inside of me.
Does the sun see me?
Does it even know that I am here?

I think about this all the time.
Last night I heard something
I think the stars were whispering
something about me.
Maybe I am getting closer
to the answer.


1 comment:

  1. Even after all this time,
    the sun never says to the earth,
    "You owe me."
    Look what happens with a love like that.
    It lights the whole sky. Hafiz