A flower blooms
in endless succession unto itself,
each petal emerging radiant
and fading as it spirals outwards,
1,1,2,3; always pushing, closer,
Nearby, something flutters:
light in the wings of a small bird
or in the heart of a small child;
jumping from cool patch of sunlight
to patch of sunlight
on the dappled forest floor.
The dark soil sticks between her toes
and she is laughing.
Please find me
call to me
lead me home