we say rose
A poem by ire'ne lara silva
and think the bloom think the scent
but the rose is also the thorns and
the stem and the leaves and the roots
and isn't everything that feeds
the rose also part of the rose
isn't the light that feeds the rose
and the rain that feeds the rose
a part of the rose they become
and isn't everything that touches
the rose also a part of the rose
the soil the roots nestle against
the air that carries the scent of rose
and when we touch the rose
isn't our skin even momentarily
a part of it and when we eat the rose
aren't we also the rose too