Together, a sea of daffodils, snug

in winter’s layered ground, preparing.

Some of us without knowing,

some knowing we are unfurling again

affirming what we believe -

          flight is inevitable.

We see in our sights our practice

to see the other growing, to grow

alongside, to feel the depths where

we have come from, to know time is distance, 

the future of leaf and bud, breeze,

rain and sun, baskets of flowers and greens.