Sunday, April 4, 2021

On Visiting the Arboretum After a Year at Home {A Poem}























On Visiting the Arboretum After a Year at Home

 

Splendiferous superfluity

Of shades and shapes

Staggered starved, sequestered senses,

As if stained glass shattered,

Shards sinking roots into soil,

Springing up in life

 

Is this how Dorothy felt,

Opening a storm-tossed

Kansas farmhouse door

Into the Technicolor world

Over the rainbow?

 

Or the Sunday morning mourners

Dropping the weight of embalming herbs,

Dropping the weight of their worries—

"Who will roll away the stone"—

Dropping the weight of their weeping—

"They have taken my Lord away"—

To run on lightened feet

Through lightening day

To the disciples—

"I have seen the Lord!"

 

Crlm, 3/28/21