re-writing life

she must have waited.
the blossoming from parched earth. the drizzling from heated skies.
how gentle the pulling 
pushes, scrapes,
flushes and drapes.

i should have felt it.
the branching from fertile rivers and lakes. the spreading of colors 
once lost in the wilderness of routine
pushes, dares,
flushes and flares.

a new-born.