Zinnias. How. Foreverness.
for Hina Sodha
Zinnias, dahlias, peonies all pluck from the sweet
air of those faraway spring days another breathless
yearning for warmer things. We dream of golden
angles of sun, silver scribbles of rain, the thronging
noise of the earth waking again in soggy greenness.
How is it, then, that despite this longing, we find
inside each waking moment a blissful stillness
nuanced by frolic and coo? This bright, beautiful boy
anchors every goodness, his wonder gracing ours.
Foreverness is the only way to measure love, is
another wisdom he gifts, is a daily bread to give life
its blazing awe. So we set ourselves awhirl in joy,
sing fire into these slow, snow-filled February days,
and let his enchanted ways wrap our hearts with
light, three buds readying to burst into music.
First published in Chicago Quarterly Review, Winter 2017
for Hina Sodha
Zinnias, dahlias, peonies all pluck from the sweet
air of those faraway spring days another breathless
yearning for warmer things. We dream of golden
angles of sun, silver scribbles of rain, the thronging
noise of the earth waking again in soggy greenness.
How is it, then, that despite this longing, we find
inside each waking moment a blissful stillness
nuanced by frolic and coo? This bright, beautiful boy
anchors every goodness, his wonder gracing ours.
Foreverness is the only way to measure love, is
another wisdom he gifts, is a daily bread to give life
its blazing awe. So we set ourselves awhirl in joy,
sing fire into these slow, snow-filled February days,
and let his enchanted ways wrap our hearts with
light, three buds readying to burst into music.
First published in Chicago Quarterly Review, Winter 2017