Cosmea Willd

by Robin Turner

Because we lately have too little
of life’s tiny raptures, too little
beatitude, too little time, I slow

to watch the cosmos grow—bright
tangerine asters, stars cradled
in a terra cotta pot. I circle around

and around them, my body
a planet, blossoms
a jubilation of small suns.

— from Juniper Volume 2, Issue 2