(here) is the door I promised, my darling
the moon growing full with welcome
late in the evening as our day turns
it is holy to need someone so
(so) scrutiny doesn't concern us anymore
our breath weakening in the breaks
like a broken stone collecting
freedom, opening
(opening) trust deep as the release of cicadas
from earth--their rising a resurrection
from the profound time of dreams
and dirt and promise
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Pic: It's the one month of the year our rhododendron is in bloom; I'm in awe every time I glimpse it.
7 comments:
This is simply beautiful, Maya.
Nice.
Beautiful photo to go with the beautiful poem!
Oh, that last stanza! It's so rich in meaning, and the tone and cadence are perfect. The last line is magnificent. Wow.
(That rhododendron is glorious!)
Very pretty. Do you have a mass emergence this year, or just annual cicadas?
Beautiful poem! I also love the last stanza (and am wondering in a practical way if you have cicadas this year?)
The rhododendrons are so pretty!
Thank you, friends!
Steph and Jenny we had a special cicada emergence in a friend's town last month--it was fascinating!
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