I am in love with this plant that sits in my next-door neighbor’s garden. This is the first I have seen it bloom in 5 years. I suspect it is in the agave or yucca family, but I don’t know. What I do know is that I could pull up a chair and gaze all down the long length of each blooming branch for the next month. I am that in love. If you saw it, really saw it in realtime not blogtime, you would be too. In love, I mean. You would want to write a poem about it. It would probably come out better than mine.
don’t stop blooming
i love you
2nd grade sentiments about plant life have influenced my style. This is why I leave the poetry in more capable hands, like mary oliver’s!
to lose myself inside this soft world-
to instruct myself
over and over
but grow wise
with such teachings
as these –
the untrimmable light
of the world,
the ocean’s shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?
In between porch sitting and picture taking I’m accomplishing nothing. On today’s schedule only a trip to a bookstore. More than one errand at a time feels like hurrying. Add to that list: watching the bees.
Posing cut-out birds in the garden is not exactly an errand, but I will do more of it.
ditto eating blackberries and yogurt.
I may open the visual journal and look inside.
Or maybe it will be enough to look inside of a rose.