Awkwardly Orchid

I dreamt of building too
When I was 17
I dreamt we could build orchids
from the awkwardly tangled, butterfingered, up for grabs, fly by the night, disquiet of growing up....
I was trying to see who was Orchis or Rose,
fittings or foes,
but I didn't know.

I dreamt of building
When I was 17
I dreamt of pouring the beasts into beauty
and then no need for railings round the river
with every quiver
room for sure and steady
until ready felt ready.

I dreamt of building too
And the quotient for fitting was no mystery
not outnumbered
never lumbered
with why.

Once I dreamt we'd be the builders
the makers
the mason
the architects
of turning awkwardly aching orchids
into love again...