POEM: Frangipanic Empathy

I watch a frangipani blossom --
its elegant five twisted petals 
swept downstream,
drifting toward the smooth laminar lip
that rolls over the cascade.

And I feel a teensy queasy,
watching it be lifted and whipped
over the edge.

As if I were it,
and it were me.

DAILY PHOTO: Frangipani in the Temple Yard

Taken on January 16, 2021 at Virabhadra Temple, Lepakshi.