all lines from The Metier of Blossoming by Denise Levertov
Growing especially at night; it would take even a bit more patience than I've got, to sit keeping watch 'til daylight; the naked eye could register every hour's increase in height.
One morning --- and so soon! --- the first flower has opened when you wake. Or you catch it in a single, brief moment of hesitation.
If humans could be that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried, swift from sheer impetus!
If we could blossom out of ourselves, giving nothing imperfect, withholding nothing!