Joy in relation

no flower here..?
can we approach
this seeming defiance
of old common sense..?
the poet says
that our joy
lies in relation..
we pause to
shift our awareness
to the possibility
that the flower
over there depends
on the flower
nearby..
casting further in
modest extension:
each flower appearing
is both creator
and creation..
the poet's vision..?
salve for those
hurtful hours...?

"The upswing of the light ones, the bowing sway of the heavy ones
and the delicate ones' timid curve.
Everywhere joy in relation and nowhere grasping;
world in abundance and earth enough."  --Rilke