Peak of Blossom

you are one among billions
of flowers
opened in vibrancy
from the root of catastrophe
even as one plucks dead heads
rubbing their pulpy wither
between finger and thumb
the blossoms rage on
consider the invisible lines
made criss crossed by
winged ones
and splendor of crocus
do not retreat into despair
of ungraspable beauty
allow your cries
like the peacock
to sing with unstoppable radiance
and if you can not allow yourself
to believe
this is happening
simply smile