my neighbour's magnolia bursts pink joy
furiously into the street
the one I dug deep into dirt stubborn in its refusal
to bloom
or to die
nine Mays of hopes unrealized
(I place that much weight on spring beauty)
that I nearly walked right by the one blossom
one tulipy rose-coloured cup
in a sea of space between twig
that empty room awaiting its leafy annual guests
beauty jarring me into the reality
of this palm-sized miracle
that few (no one?) but me would care about
how like the gift of heart-kinship
that startles with unexpected colour
in that friend that appeared so suddenly
so out of place
filling a space that merely existed
but now shimmers with iridescent light
the brightness of joy to lighten and sharpen
and proclaim how I am not overlooked or alone
(May 2017)
furiously into the street
the one I dug deep into dirt stubborn in its refusal
to bloom
or to die
nine Mays of hopes unrealized
(I place that much weight on spring beauty)
that I nearly walked right by the one blossom
one tulipy rose-coloured cup
in a sea of space between twig
that empty room awaiting its leafy annual guests
beauty jarring me into the reality
of this palm-sized miracle
that few (no one?) but me would care about
how like the gift of heart-kinship
that startles with unexpected colour
in that friend that appeared so suddenly
so out of place
filling a space that merely existed
but now shimmers with iridescent light
the brightness of joy to lighten and sharpen
and proclaim how I am not overlooked or alone
(May 2017)
RSS Feed
