I sense your terror; you’re right to be afraid.
Chaos is a dangerous yet beautiful curse.
An autumn crocus unfurling its petals,
Its illusive form a garden-ground verse.

There is no conjuring something from nothing.
There is a give and a take, a chance to try.
Sometimes a flower is simply a flower,
And the best thing it can do for us is to die.

Published: Medium & The Diary Files – ABC Radio Sydney & The State Library of NSW