Trust In Unfolding

Rainbows End sparkles, erupts
in points of brilliant color
unfathomable from the tiny bud
squeezed petal on petal.

Where is the scent?
In the rose?
In the nose?
Neither are correct.

Like the anemone,
the rose, its heart exposed
before the petals fall.

Outstretched full width arms
breadth exceeds the banyan tree:
In this way I touch the sky,
the ocean bottom
and the root of the rose bush.