who lives in the pomegranate tree
appears every day sun permitting
at exactly 3:48 in the afternoon
she looks like she’s dreaming
but when you take her picture
she slides in among the shadows
of branches on the opposite wall
where a window opens by itself
both to receive and to release
her now-floating face intently
building this year’s pomegranates
which right now look more like
green as Granny Smith baseballs
but maybe when we’ve grown
and lost as many lives as she has
we’ll know how to float like her
how to conjure from a stone a seed
No comments:
Post a Comment