Some days, my body scarcelyremembers what it’s liketo run without dragging allthe contents of the house behind,to enjoy a garden withoutfeeling compelled to pull weeds.
Look at that perfect sunflower,not shy at all, always facingthe sun in quiet confrontationas if to say don’t forgetthere are creatures of this earthmagnificent as you.
Maybe I’ll swallow all its seeds,sprout flowers from my eyeslike the most exotic lashesaptly described with exclamationslike Wonder! or Light! or Lift!or What You See Is What You Get!
NaPoWriMo Day 10! This is responsive to Margaret’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: Poem Sketching. I made a word list from Mary Oliver’s poem "Beside the Waterfall," including these words: scarce, drag, body, flower, swallow, light, eyes. This seems like it needs a fourth stanza, but in the interest of April volume I’m leaving it for now.
