Wildflower Season
BY BODHI HART
You move like you’re counting the floor
Like every step still matters
I learned how to stand in the noise
You learned how to fall without shattering
We talked in fields no one remembers
Time slowing down in the dirt
You said some things only grow
Where the ground’s already been hurt
They told me time would smooth the cracks
You said it shows you where you bend
I don’t know who I was before
I just know who I am when you laugh
We don’t heal in straight lines
We don’t bloom all at once
I was chasing the high ground
You were learning to trust
If the light flickers out
If the night pulls us under
We’ll start again tomorrow
Like we’ve always done
You wear your scars like constellations
Mapping where you’ve been
I hid mine in the sound
Pretending I could drown them out again
We sat with our backs to the weather
Hands full of pollen and doubt
You tucked a flower behind your ear
Like proof you were still allowed
If loving you is dangerous
Then let it be slow
Let me learn your gravity
Before I let go
Some things survive the winter
Without asking why
They don’t need permission
Just somewhere to try
We don’t heal in straight lines
We just stay when it’s hard
You remind me I’m breathing
I remind you you’re not broken
We don’t need to be fixed
We just need to begin
Still growing through the cracks
Still reaching for the sun