Rose Self

As I walked by a galaxy of roses,
I fantasized with being one of them,
adopting one of their sun-facing poses
atop a thorny pillar of a stem.
And it felt wonderful to briefly be
a part of this bloom family of red
and take a needed break from being me,
joining roses blossoming instead.
For now, we’re stuck with being who we are,
but it is great to feel ourselves as others,
a human being, a flower, or a star,
cosmically, our sisters and our brothers.
My sense of self is narrow, but it grows
as I imagine that I am a rose.

Rose Galaxy

Mario A. Pita

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