I Am Changing

Be blown. Receive rain. Fly to Earth.

Bless the confusion.
Let it be.

Commend it to Earth
like autumn leaves,
scattering, half-rotten,
seeding the future,
becoming fertile food
for sleeping rose roots.

Be a leaf.
Lie low.
Be blown.
Receive rain.
Fly to Earth.
Become a rose.

I bless the confusion
and let be — between
seasons, I am
changing into me

Alla Renee Bozarth
The Book of Bliss