Calla.

It seems like this year, the flowering season is longer—perhaps as consolation for our extended isolation. Mustard season has lasted into April, and my calla lilies are still blooming weeks longer than usual. 

Still life slows us down in wonder at creation. No other flower comes close to the sensuous curves of calla, her whites picking up all the colors of the room and the light surrounding. My breath catches in my throat.