when i need a minute to clear

my head

i go to my lilac tree

with its deep purple blooms

vibrant against the overcast

sky

and its mighty branches

swaying tall in the breeze

the flowers brushing shoulders

as if they’re in on their own

little secret.

is the secret that

even on days when all seems unbearable

unreasonable

unmanageable

beauty still exists?

tucked away

in my front yard

waiting for the right ears

to come along

lean in

and hear their whispers?