Trying, But Failing, To Properly See A Wildflower

“Weeds – even many intrusive aliens – give something back.
They green over the dereliction we have created.
They move in to replace more sensitive plants that
we have endangered. Their willingness to grow
in the most hostile environments – a bombed city,
a crack in a wall – means that they insinuate the idea of
wild nature into places otherwise quite shorn of it.
They are, in this sense, paradoxical. Although they follow
and are dependent on human activities, their cussedness
and refusal to play by our rules makes them subversive,
and the very essence of wildness.”
― Richard Mabey,
Weeds: In Defense of Nature’s Most Unloved Plants

I could never settle on one thing, a fixed point
around which the universe could function and
I could be a part of it. But this was a hot day.
I was relaxed and, surrounded by tall late June
wildflowers , I knew where I was.