What lies at the centre?
What draws tepals
Like yearning hands
Timidly thrust forth
In the hope of touch?

A hem perhaps
Some garment edge
With talismanic power
To change everything
From the inside out?

I know that it is just inbuilt structure
And life that must assert itself
And a meeting of biology
And physics

But it is beautiful
And I can’t help looking for meaning
And metaphor
And a story big enough to hold all of it

So I reach tentatively
With a timid hand
Towards that something in the centre
Hoping perhaps I might almost
Touch it