I have never aspired to be
or an astronaut
or the president.
I have dreamed to wake up as
a Wild Flower.
A wild flower
with vibrant Poppy hues and Golden Rod’s unkempt leaves;
Bold as Black-Eyed Susan and independent as Meadow Sage;
Boasting the delicate, unpredictable patterns
of Queen Anne’s Lace.
to grow free - like the fierce Ivy
rejoicing in the Daisy sun and Violet rain.
I’m far from fussy; every wild flower is
unique and lovely,
yet somehow more amazing when surrounded by others.
Someday opening my eyes,
I will gaze into a mirrored woman
and behold her:
both common and singular –
individual amidst many –
fragile yet resolute –
and eternally wild!