Rain Change
Will the garden grow? Will the rivers flow? Will I ever sing? Worry— I gave it up. And took my old body and went to the garden and sang. “I worried”~ by Mary Oliver
i’m caught
in a downpour
rain stops suddenly
over ninety’s too hot
my legs ache
eyelids puff
so i try out the Mary Oliver cure:
And took my old body and went to the garden and sang.
I walk her poem
down garden rows
gather lettuce and cucumbers
good for a salad
three yellow squash
easy to steam in the microwave
they’ll taste good with a little butter,
a sprinkle of salt
circle to the thimbleberries
pick a ripe handful
a cup of black sunshine
for dessert
rain soaked clothes, air dried,
my lament morphs to content
bright yellow flowers
glow through the gray
***
To make life sweet
After: “What makes me happy? By Victory Boyd
to make life sweet
add raw honey
walk on the lawn
lift your face to the sun
then skip to cool shade
under the lilac bush
fill up your ears with birdsong
the loud chirping of cicadas
the musical ring of chimes
the soft rustle of trees
raindrops splash in a puddle
watch circles grow
the everyday world
laps in your mind
sweet as honey
***
Latihan
a tiny body
hovers
flutters
hums
from blossom to blossom
up the stem
of a cardinal flower
in the garden
a bird
stands on air
walks up the stalk
neither wings or feet
touch the plant
only the flick
black tongue
on scarlet
collects honey
from vessels
hummingbird darts
in and out
flower and bird
gems in sunshine
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Date Published: March 24, 2022