a glass jar full of lavender
which had been sitting on the tank
of my toilet in the bathroom
fell, as it has so many times before.
usually, not stopping to think
as the day moved at its insistent pace
I would pick it up and replace it.
today, however, the jar shattered,
glass and seeds strewn across the tile floor.
as I considered my options, it was hard to miss
how the lavender’s fragrance now filled the air,
freed from the confines of the jar that once seemed
like such a natural choice for its containment.
my relationship to the task at hand changed
in that moment, becoming
not what new vessel to find to replace the old
but how to stay here, in this sweetness,
filled with remembering the possibilities
of open air: