Losing Myself Inside a Japanese Wood Poppy

Stepping inside a Japanese wood poppy

I took leave of myself

As some mad man might veer off the highway to work

Only to find himself fishing

Along the banks of an idyllic stream

Not often enough we surrender ourselves

To that something larger

Contained in even the smallest thing

Like a tiny blade of grass

Or the petal of a spring daffodil

Why quibble over a name, or anything

Standing between you and beauty

‘Tis better to be naked of all words

Even poetry

Than miss a flower’s healing kiss