shortly after the apple
the labeling began, all the
this and that, the these
and those, all the ins
and outs – who decides?
this discriminating mind
as useful and as dangerous
as a knife –what makes one
bloom a flower and the next
a weed? here is a power
beyond all words– choose
to suspend judgment for even
one day, and suddenly it’s
no weeds, it’s all flowers
it’s ordinary magic
blooming everywhere
© J.A. Fink, June 2013
