Wildflower Bouquet

In the days of my youth,
I imagined I would build my life,
achievement by achievement.

I would weigh and measure,
stacking them
brick by brick,
until I had built a life
I could stand upon
and shout to the world:

I have arrived.

Today, instead,

I kneel in the grass,
holding this wildflower bouquet
of ordinary days,

and whisper my gratitude
to the world

for allowing me
to become.