The Bloom
So, We arrived at this place
Two people, becoming comfortably happy with ourselves,
Perhaps our paths crossed before
Unknown
Like seeds caught in the wind
Seeking a place to land
To ground
To grow
First the sand covered us
It rained, our roots began to grow
Communed underground
At risk of being washed away
Gone
Trussed supporting each other
We settled and grew
Our stem
Our leaves
Cultivating a new way
A great harmony became us
Hard work and happiness befell us
The moment had come
Love
We celebrated in our garden
The flowers surrounding
Our marriage
The Bloom
by Marion McGunnigle
