It may be time to revisit
My approach to flowers. Why not
Drop the scalpel, give the petals
A chance to charm, enchant, without being
Exposed—vulnerable to my gaze,
My haste to empirically demonstrate
How all things work: I pick, I cut,
I diagram. I make no time to see
The white orchid for what it is—
Is its whiteness un-pigmented,
Sun-bleached, or washed out, like a cloud?
What secrets would it tell
If I kept my hands tucked in my pockets?
The truth is: I am terrified.
And would much rather magnify, dissect,
Than let things be. I seem to have no use
For what I do not understand—a broad
The orchid, my marriage.
Lorelei Bacht is a European poet who recently started writing again after moving to Asia, making two beautiful children and failing two marriages. Published last decade, under a different name, her previous work is no longer relevant. Her current work focuses on such themes as aging, motherhood, infidelity, and finding oneself as a nearly middle-aged woman. Some of her musings can be found on her Instagram feed @the.cheated.wife.writes as well as @lorelei.bach.writer.
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