The recklessness of life,
Its wild, flamboyant beauty,
Startles her in the stillness.
The wind, brazenly caressing the magnolia petals,
The raw yet fragile power of small green shoots,
Burrowing up through the earth – determined to live.
A cat, lazily washing its face in the midday sun,
A blue tit dancing coquettishly among the bushes,
Tilting its head to say – something only birds comprehend.
All this, she carries in her heart.
All this, and fear, and death and absence.
All this, and a love so vast it crosses oceans and eternities.
The end never comes,
But the beginning comes again and again,
If only we will let it.
Too much time, and too little. 