Tuesday, May 8, 2012

for jana, on rhododendrons and grief

That they will curl,
brown at the edges,
loosen from their moorings,
and then drop
(crushed) --
they are no less
perfect, precious
for this.
It is a story the
live a thousand times
like tiny test cases,
showing us death --
yes. But
again and again.

1 comment:

Tamara Murphy said...

This is making me think of a conversation I had with my 6-year-old nephew while waiting at the bus stop a couple of weeks ago. Somehow I managed to disillusion him by letting him know that the white fluffy dandelions were actually dead dandelions. He was quite upset and said that "God tricked us!" I haven't quite figured out his theology, but I totally understand his feelings. And I don't think this is where your poem was headed but still it's where my mind went...