Blossoms

There is in life
a moment in time
when,
between
the beginning
of our birthed trajectory
and the end
of our roaming
duties
as Sentry,
pro tempore stewards
of our glancing state,
we are
at the apex
of our structure.

Our health,
vitality,
sense of self,
and genuineness
of longing
and emotional
availability
stand ready
in a saturated
collusion
of ineffable
effervescence.  

In short,
at our most
expressive,
we are insuppressibly
rich in being
our most fragrant.

Today, My Dear,
is that day.