There is– like a wish that dreams
to be, to become, to breathe–
a dandelion that seeks to bloom
in the hazy, cold sunrise of Jos.
Blossom, bloom, develop, unfold
in ways yet unseen by human eyes,
in conditions that have murdered in cold blood
souls that will have become witnesses to survival.
Learn to return to yourself
without departing, without
exiting, like bleeding that does
not lead to hemorrhage.
Adapt, conform, alter your genes,
rearrange the stamen to reach the pistil
this kind of cold leads to frostbitten