It's true that I am waiting,
and it's true that I hate waiting.

It's true that some days 
I wake up hollowed out,
still filled with fast-forward dreams
that don't let me rest.

It's true that the wilderness of my neighborhood,
is heavy with sameness.

...

But I cannot tell you about these things
without also telling you
about the yellow flowers :)

...

They are everywhere,
like indiscriminate sunshine
thrown by a magic hand.

They grow on the hills
where my daughter and I run.

Two years old and luminous,
she picks them up like infinite gifts,

lifting them from the earth
with a playful certainty
I want to put in a bottle
for myself. 

Her laughter is so pure
it feels like it is against the rules.

But it's not!

...

The yellow flowers say:

Everything you need to love
still works. 

.