Sunflowers

Two of our fledgling sunflowers bend over, a slit of pain in their stems, their leaves shrinking, curling in on themselves, contracting, not becoming who they are meant to be, who the sun calls them to be.

We use sticks and string to support,
to pull them up,
to encircle them,
to breathe in strength,
to grow towards the sun,
in joy, in glory.