I never know what will bloom tomorrow

I think I have prepared the talks for the retreat ten times over.  No, it is not the perfectionist streak which I know I have.  It is more the delightful surprise of not knowing what comes next, what will bloom tomorrow.  It may well change as I present it.  I realize that while I have always claimed to preach and write short, for this there is a wealth of possibility

I never know what will bloom tomorrow.

The presentation for next weekend

Has changed

Every other day at least.

The spaces I try to keep the same

So I can easily flow with change

Bloom different

Every day.

This afternoon will offer a haircut.

The flowers I picked from the lawn

False Solomon*s Seal,

Something purple on a stalk,

Stray grass pulled

Will mean something different

Tomorrow.

I never know what will bloom,

What will die,

Where the meaning will surface

Or fade.

I used to wait until the last minute

To prepare

I learn so much more this way

Now that I always prepare.

It is not a model of efficiency.

Now I do not know what will bloom

At all.

Now I wait

For the surprise.