A DANDELION OF DESTINY
Dandy came into the world slowly, her yellow petals still curved
back toward her center protectively.
Gradually, she let the first of them stretch outward into the huge
world that lay beyond her bud.
Feeling safer by the moment, she opened further,
enjoying the new feeling of freedom she was experiencing,
until at last she was in the fullness of her bloom.
After several minutes, she became aware she was part of a specific clump of
and then that her clump was part of a larger grouping of dandelions
that together made a vast field of lovely yellow.
Dandy's best friend was Leona, who grew immediately
Soon, it became evident that being a dandelion, though it LOOKED
quite easy, was, in fact, very difficult...especially when the cattle came
and lay heavily down upon Uncle Daniel's entire extended family
or large objects plummeted suddenly from the sky, landing
Sometimes ants walked on her, which was most unpleasant, as she was
The bees and wasps moved over her lightly, looking for her nectar and pollen.
She didn't really mind them.
Well, except when a bumble bee would come. How her stem didn't break she
never quite understood.
And one heard stories, one did, frightful tales of marauding box turtles
on wild rampages
or, worse yet, ...lobster parties!!!
She didn't mind so much when the little girl came to dance
and even the boys, well, they were rougher but their hearts seemed so
full of joy as they ran that she just ducked to one side and smiled as
they passed by.
Though she DID wonder, truly she did, if the tales were true that she heard of what
happened to her fellows who were...picked...
Were they REALLY taken inside and fed to lizards...
It made her petals stand straight up on end just thinking about it!
But she saw enough strange things right there in her field to make her think the
stories might just be true. She recalled how humans came and held Lonnette
to make her yellow reflect on each other's skin...
or gathered masses of them into some bundled baby form.
How some of her cousins had been woven into crowns
even for DOGS!!!
And bears came to nibble on Lloyd and Leo last Tuesday
right before the deer ate Louise,
Granny made her salad,
and Dominique was blatantly devoured on the spot! Yes, being a
dandelion was no piece of cake!!!
She began to wonder about her future, though, should she actually
survive the crows
and the investigations of toddlers
that had left so many of her kind shredded on the pavement.
She had hopes for more than becoming part of an "A" in someone's
or, perish the thought, a...hat!!!
Sometimes Dandy felt rather crowded amongst her fieldfellows
almost as though she were growing in some crack somewhere.
She cocked her head,
lifting her face up to the wide and open sky, watching the sun
and thinking how similar the two of them were in form.
When she looked back, Leona had...changed!!!
She was not only taller, but all her sleek yellow had been
replaced by fluffy white!
Dandy was confused and swayed dizzily on her stem.
"Leona!" she cried, leaning close, "what's happened?"
But a grey cloud covered the sky and Leona was silent.
Dandy missed the fellowship of their kindred days
and paid no attention when the white butterfly came and sat atop her.
Did she sleep? She didn't know. All she knew was that suddenly she
was aware again and...
and was...somehow...reemerging from her bud.
When she was open, she looked just like Leona!!
Gazing about, she was amazed to see that her entire clump all now had the
fuzzy white heads.
Indeed, every dandelion in the area about her was white...
That night, as twilight deepened, they all danced in the blueness of
and she delighted in the glowing light of the moon upon her form.
"What now?" she asked those closest to her. "What do we become
She thought perhaps a...fountain?
Or perhaps all of them could light a park somewhere in Florida?
Or at least end up with something of weight in this world.
But Leona remained silent and oddly transparent.
Before her very eyes, Leona's beautiful white head began to...let go
sifting gracefully down to the grasses below them
until but a single strand of it remained.
And Dandy was alone again.
for being a puff might well prove as dangerous...or more so...
than being a yellow flower.
She saw the delight with which humans blew away the substance
of her fieldmates...
of how the older ones instructed the younger
so that even at early ages they were quite expert at it,
sometimes even coming in vicious gangs to gather puffs
and blow their fluff away
until the ground was littered with puff stuff.
In great concern she spoke with the gentle statue that lived among
the dandelions of the field...
whose advice was to avoid stuffed dinosaurs,
yellow beanbag dolls,
children with thoughts of magic wands,
and those with egos that led them to try three for one.
That night Dandy dreamed of something she had never seen.
It looked a lot like her, but was...different.
And in the dream, both she and it were lifted toward the
The next day she used the lifting lightness of her puff
to raise herself as high on her stem as she could.
But the clouds returned and it was not until too late,
not until the last moment of the day that the sun appeared again,
bathing her for one sweet second in golden light
before sinking below the horizon
taking her glow as it went
and leaving her pale again as night came on.
In the dark she thought perhaps she might follow Leona
and let her puffparts just...float away...
fading into nothingness with the coming of the dawn.
But a ladybug climbed her stem and spoke softly with her for
some hours, getting her through the night
until she began to see the essence of who she was
so that she was ready to greet the dawn
and let its silver rays sparkle on her form
becoming part of all she was
until with all her strength, she lifted her head
up to the rising light
drawing it into herself
until she glowed, like it, as it, with it...from within
and burst with the explosive joy of light;
becoming yet again changed in her appearance...a flower made
of light itself
and shining down
as a new dandelion turned toward the sun
and lifted its face to the light.
Jo Anzalone 11-6-2006
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