LONGING TO BLOOM

LONGINGS by MaryAnn Champagne
I went to the woods to gather my longings,
leaving behind most of my belongings.
Strewn about like wallflowers aching to be chosen
my body stood rigid, and stiff and frozen.
I could collect them all and start a fire
never trusting in my deep desire
or I could kneel at the altar of my heart
and believe this is the place to start.