A plumeria blossom floats to the earth.
Is it a death? Or is it a birth?
It lands with its face touching the ground.
Never shall it be a hula crown.
The luster of its blossom shines upward like a star
A symbol of my aloneness in a place so far.
A crown or a symbol. In the end, is there a difference?
The hula crown too is destined to the earth in a sense.
Lady Gaia opens her heart to all in a gesture of love.
She receives the return of both blooms as a gift from above.
One plumeria adorned a dancer’s hair;
Its fragrance and beauty appreciated beyond compare.
One bloom left the tree on its own, catching a breeze, hoping to fly.
Yet, it sails to the ground, rather than dance in the sky.
Its brave action is noticeable only to one.
The person who sits alone in the sun.
A blossom’s daring act of leaving the tree all alone
Has mirrored my life and cuts to the bone.
The significance of its exploit brings tears to my face;
And in this very moment, my aloneness I embrace.
Mahalo nui, little earth star, plumeria blossom
The treasure you have given me is truly awesome!
Recognition is but a fleeting diversion;
Touching one soul with love is a lasting conversion
Copyright © Margie Boehmer