April 17: sunflower

Prompt about plants and stuff. 

How honest it is, a faithful sunflower.

To always open itself to the sun’s judgement.

Each morning.

A sense of purpose

Assuring the rest of us sinners out here,

We too, we can join in the glimmering moment.

Cast off the dew and doubt of the sunless morning

And open our arms as the sun bathes us in its absolution.

Me, I’m only jealous.

To stand tall, to bloom in the heat and the grandeur of a first light.

Here I am, I’m fighting with my car’s driver’s seat.

Adjusting it so my legs don’t fall asleep

as I move eastward to the same destination each morning. Bound by a routine of my own.

At my car,

Moving aside the detritus of unstructured living. Yesterday’s coat or the coffee mug that rolled underneath another seat at some time or another.

Then, the sunflower, towering to its potential,

Stares with a heightened disregard.

Transmuting the sun’s judgement to its own purpose and reflecting it in a sinister way.

What it has is not for me.

And so, I drive forth to my own destination. high beams alight,

Letting my judgement become theirs, souring whatever is caught in their sights.

Making the world in my own image.