Wednesday, June 2, 2021

When the blooms fall

The orchid's petals 

uncouple on my dinner table

just as my heart blooms and loosens


over and over

again and the light

dims from white to honey 

then steel to black


and the loneliness comes

and then it goes

as these petals come and go.


Such is the character of life

that day after day the world

feels a garden of plain and tender

and anguished hours


so sometimes the day feels

endless and sometimes

the night feels so


like now with air around

the orchid thick with my beloved 

dead.