Only Nothing

We control only nothing—

The way the bloom

silently presses apart the green capsule,

how the burst of color meets our eyes,

The way the morning scent enters our breath,

how the hummmming of the bird awakens our skin,

sings us to grin

The way the bloom presses on the rest of our day,

flowering our response to each moment with sweet love, colorful kindness, joyful gratitude

We control only nothing—

Yet everything…

in making our own days glad