poppy thoughts

I assigned each of my thoughts to one of the standing poppies.

Shooting tall towards the skies.

Drop drop drop. Each idea carefully placed. So that quickly I could free my mind.

Hundreds of poppies found mounting anxieties, thoughts, ideas. I feared I would run out of flowers. 

Until, surprised, I reached the final one. My mind nearly emptied, I lifted the orange burst of petal art and placed my single remaining thought.

“Anything else?”

-b

May 25, 2020

Photo Credit: Leonard Cotte