Look
Up
An ongoing field of sunflowers runs
She springs and skips and dances along her way
Determined to reach the horizon soon
To face her source of power-her outlet
Before he marches down below her sight
Every day she gets there and he is gone
She looks to the ground, unaware that soon
Another will rise in his place at night
He too reaches for her with rays so bright
As the ones that draw her in every day
Yet she doesn’t notice and just whispers
Quietly to herself through all her leaves,
Her petals and her stalks, “He will return.”
Then when he does in the morning, she rises
Her admirer still waits in the sky
Watching with envy as she greets the sun
He leaves so she can continue her day
With hope that tonight will be different.
An ongoing field of sunflowers runs
She spring and skips and dances along her way
Determined to reach the horizon soon
To face her source of power-her outlet
Before he marches down below her sight
Just as always, when she arrives he’s gone
Exhausted from days and days of running
She holds her head up to pray to the sky
And sees that there is another, so bright
So calm and patient and empowering
When the morning comes, she no longer runs
She doesn’t spring and skip and dance along
She is calm and patient because she knows
That her true power awaits in the night.
Late Spring - W.S. Merwin
Coming into the high room again after
years
after oceans and shadows of hills and
the sounds
after losses and feet on stairs
after looking and mistakes and
forgetting
turning there thinking to find
no one except those I knew
finally I saw you
sitting in white
already waiting
you of whom I had heard
with my own ears since the beginning
for whom more than once
I have opened the door
believing you were not far
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