transition

a vaguely reassuring label
for an uncomfortable place

i know the bud will be a leaf
with a bit of luck
(or is it a flower?)
but the bud
what does it know?
its shape and feel
already altered
unrecognizable to itself
does it have ideas
on how to shed,
where to unfold?

does it fear?
does it trust?
does it hope
to be held gently
through its transformation?

...

i know i do