January 25th

I feel my orchid talk to me,
“sometimes we bloom best alone;
other times,
with teams.”

I hear children
making plans
of who, as adults,
they wish to be.

I smell spore-bearing
fruiting fungus,
wrapped up in garlic and grain—
mushroom ravioli.

I see five dice
cupped and tossed
patterns
they do form.

As my Yahtzee card
begins to fill
I taste
victory.

1-26-2017