on dailiness

this is yesterday’s tulip, 24 hours later. similar but totally different. it’s easy to ignore the between-states of nature. to consider that the half-bloomed flower is somehow unfinished, or merely on its way to becoming  itself. but it is itself at every step. this tulip had a one-day season of not quite pulling free from the hood of leaves in which it had incubated, and that was exactly what it was supposed to be during this microseason of its short life.

pink tulip bud opening