“Thursday Poetry” has happened accidentally on Fridays enough times now that I’m just going to rename the feature Friday Poetry! So there.

Here’s a poem I wrote this morning while contemplating cyclical creativity.   In handling myself as an artist, I need to remember to be gentle and tell myself that just because I’m not blooming, doesn’t mean I’m not growing.  I hope you’ll do the same.


I heard about orchids once

that there are species which will not bloom
every season
like clockwork.

On the outside they appear barren,
silent,
producing nothing. But under
the dirt there is movement.

Underneath,
the roots are expanding and gathering,
listening to the world above. Wait.

When conditions are right, buds will unfold
and make you gasp
with gratitude.