tall and clear
wholly illumined by sun
slowly I learn to see
the vase as lovely
even without the sunflowers
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged absence, allowing, poem, poetry, saying yes to the world as it is, sunflower on September 6, 2015| 1 Comment »
tall and clear
wholly illumined by sun
slowly I learn to see
the vase as lovely
even without the sunflowers
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged allowing, expectation, garden, poem, poetry, saying yes to the world as it is, sunflower on September 5, 2015| 1 Comment »
“Come on,” I say, “come on,
this is your only chance.”
Every day for a month
I have walked into the garden
to speak to the sunflowers.
I try not to sound too urgent.
I don’t want to scare them,
but it is September and they
are still tall green stalks
with small tight buds.
“Come on,” I say. “There is still
warmth enough for you to bloom.
It’s what you are here to do.”
Just yesterday there was an inch
of hail on the divide. Every day,
it seems less likely that there will
be sunflowers this year. I notice
how much I want them to bloom,
how they have become more to me
than sunflowers in the garden.
What is it in us that wants
to see things flourish, especially
seeds sown by our own hands?
The sunflowers will bloom or they
will not. The moment I relax into this—
saying yes to the world just as it is—
inside me, I feel acres and acres
of golden heads all nodding.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged gardening, poem, poetry, reslilience, sunflower on July 27, 2015| 1 Comment »
Those forlorn, sagging sunflowers,
all morning I watch the severe arcs
of their lifeless stems. Just yesterday,
they were so full of vigor before I pulled them up
and moved them across the garden.
I, too, have been ripped up. Is this why
I can’t stop staring at them all morning
at the slow, slow straightening,
the gradual unflagging of the leaves,
the marvelous resilience
I want to believe I might find inside me
no matter how brutal or well intentioned
the hand that tugs, tugs at my roots.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged change, garden, poem, poetry, sunflower on July 27, 2014| 1 Comment »
It is not so easy to change.
Consider the sunflower you dug yesterday
from one crowded corner of the garden
and moved to another more open space.
How you dug all around it to keep the roots
intact. You pre-watered the new hole.
You told it what would happen. You held
the stem firmly and pulled with great care.
But it didn’t matter, all these precautions.
The sunflower wilted, bent double, leaves
flagged. So why should you not expect
the same when you make a great change
in yourself. It doesn’t matter that the end
result makes more sense or seems healthier.
Change is hard. Though you tell yourself
it will be okay. Though you tug at your own roots
with great care. Here you are, bent double,
dreams flagging, looking dead or close to dead.
And that sunflower, darned if it isn’t on the edge of bloom
even right now outside the window.
It doesn’t always go that way.
But sometimes a gray sky comes along
at just the right time to slow everything down
and damn if those petals aren’t just about
to come up gold.