poetry

weeping cherry

After I wrote this I found a photographer who was willing to take a picture of the weeping cherry tree, but it had already dropped its blooms. Maybe next year… Thanks to Rozanne Lee Anderson-Moreland for the photos.

weeping cherry

the most thoughtful gift
I’ve ever been given
she was a First Communion miracle
planted just for me

8 years old
our heights about matched
we grew up together
her hot pink flowers lit up the spring
and one year when she was little
robins nested in the heart of her crown

I never named her

five years later we grew apart
divorce took me to a smaller home
without a tree to call my own
but I still visited
still had a claim on that piece of earth

now, with my father gone,
the house and tree
willed to his wife,
she’s another thing I could lose any day

if I could have anything from that home place
I’d take a photo of her now
in marvellous bloom
higher than the house

also perpetual permission to trespass
to lay my bones down
on Walnut Creek shale
whenever it calls

poetry

The Good News (inspired by Thich Nhat Hanh)

The Good News (inspired by Thich Nhat Hanh)

Moon Creek will sing
whether we’re on the earth
or under it

the blue sky
will get bluer
without contrails

the twisted path that brought us here
today lets me make friendship offerings
to birds and foxes
whose bright beating hearts remind me
we’re not alone

my mother, planning for her death
in a place where I can’t hold her hand
smiles bravely, assures my sister and me
she’s lived her life of service
without regret

now there is so little left
in the way of importance
I sit on the side of the creek
while the snowy banks run to water
doing nothing
only being
only listening
when a mountain chickadee
who has heard nothing of the end of days
flits to a flat rock in the channel
then wades in
delightedly splashing clean cold water
all over her plump fluffed self

it takes a long time
for her to stop savoring the sensation
she jumps from one branch to the next
shaking all her feathers loose
bustling with the busy joy
of water sun and wind

and I am still here to see her
and you are still here to tell