Wednesday, May 25, 2016

The bloom is off the branches






As life explodes from every corner of our consciousness,

A moment, please,

For the petals of blossoms 
Dropping from the trees.

I myself might not have noticed

Were it not for the antique truck on someone's lawn 

Which I drive by every day -- twice
-- undertaking that part of life you might call routine 

Never noticed it's been parked
under an apple tree this whole time

Struck anew by the sight of it
dusted perfectly with the petals 
of those sweet and fleeting blossoms.

What does it take to cut through 
the trance of living
To feel the life force moving 
Always moving

Today it is a delivery truck from the 1920s

With news for the world

Sitting still in the awesome light of the morning 

A storied and stately bier 
Serenely bearing its diaphanous cargo,
mottled pink/white,
An exquisite garment
without a body
to cover