Kayla Santanilla
The Thing About Dandelions
The thing about dandelions,
Is the hope,
The promise of a new start.
I wonder,
Why can a wisp of a flower,
Smaller than the ear of a mouse,
Bring so much hope?
Enough to fuel a person,
A nation,
A blue world,
Swirling with clouds,
And wind,
And rain.
Our Earth,
Alone in the cosmos.
The small feathery hairs,
Finer than strands of silk,
Floating across a sunset,
The gold and pink light
Reflecting off of the silver fibers.
Like jellyfish through a calm, waveless sea.
Maybe the hope lies in the spread,
Far and wide these seeds disperse,
To take root in a foreign land.
They represent the ability to start,
All over again
And trust the wind to hold them,
And take them anywhere.
They are perfectly fine with not knowing.
They bend and move,
Taking comfort in the breeze
Like dancers immersed in the notes of a song.