• Just as I wonder
    whether it's going to die,
    the orchid blossoms
    and I can't explain why it
    moves my heart, why such pleasure
    comes from one small bud
    on a long spindly stem, one
    blood red gold flower
    opening at mid-summer,
    tiny, perfect in its hour.

    Sam Hamill (2002). “Dumb Luck: Poems”, p.88, BOA Editions, Ltd.