Transubstantiation Poem by Patti Masterman

In his dreams, a small dog
Surely becomes a fierce lion;
Just as in mine, I become
The rare Abyssinian blossom
Rumored to bloom only once,
In a dozen desert springs, enclosing
But one fragrant sip of nectar~
Redolent with complicated aromas
From every other of natures delicacies;
Enough to preserve your life
Till you find that cool slaking pool.
Although my vision is a mirage,
Since I am no rare bloom at all,
Change happens most inconspicuously
When it is at its most humble beginnings;
As the most lowly element, to diamond turns,
So do the most fragile, implausible visions
Become incarnate, even as that one singularity
Blossomed into love unimaginable.