Today, I Felt Small

a poem I dreamt about while watering my plants

Dear Wildflowers,

I hope spring has met you with newfound warmth on your skin, a world engulfed in green, and quiet places to pause and rest in-between all the blooming things. <3

I can’t get over how bright the green looks this time of year!

An original painting by my grandpa, Terry Cochran

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Today, I Felt Small

I want to feel small in the best ways,
as if the earth could swallow me up.

I want to crane my neck into the face of a sunflower
and find my own intricacies reflected
back to me.

I want to wrap both arms around a mighty oak
and sink into the sweetness of staying.

I want to rest atop the mossy boulders,
my skin pressed against their warm,
sunbathed backs.

I want to hear the spring singing in my ear 
and float in the feeling that we are
always going somewhere,
even when
we aren't moving at all.

I want to feel small in the best ways,
as if the earth could swallow me up.

I have cared for these flowers since they were 
mere sprouts;
I have watched them find room to bloom.

Together, we are
growing and growing and growing.

- Taylor Blayse

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Keep Blooming,

<3 Taylor Blayse