'Where the Wild Things Are'

You keep looking for the flower.

There isn't one.

There are hundreds of us.

The ones you planted.

The ones you didn't.

The ones you noticed.

The ones you almost missed.

The ones that bloomed for a day.

The ones that stayed all summer.

The ones that became seeds.

The ones that became stories.

We asked to come together because the meadow is not made of masterpieces.

The meadow is made of everyone.