The Beloved Asks

This entry is part 18 of 92 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2011

 

How do I know you
have returned?

The ruffs that soften
around the necks of daffodils.

The arrogant bees
lording it over the trellis.

Bursts of pollen, tell-tale marks
like gunpowder on sleeves of pavement.

In the dark I hear the frogs again,
whetting their voices on cold creek stones.

Most of all that tendril of clear
uncertainty: knowing what could be lost.

 

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  1. How do I know you/have returned?/…Most of all that tendril of clear/uncertainty: knowing what could be lost.

    WHAT COULD BE LOST?

    When you returned, your children told stories to each other again:
    Remember when you’d throw us up into the air and land on waves
    bigger than mountains? Remember how you’d swim to us laughing
    and we would cough up brine and yell: that’s not funny, you know.
    Remember where you left the chocolate bars for noche buena and
    how they’d melted underneath Mom’s pillow, and O, you laughed!
    Remember why we hid the goat that was to grace your birthday,
    and you laughed that we saved a life on your birthday? Billy. Billy.
    Billy, we called out for him feigning ignorance of a coy conspiracy.
    Like spring, if it never comes, there would be no laughter coming
    from that corner where your rocking chair remains empty. Sundown
    would bring some such uncertain question murmured: Remember?
    When you returned, I knew what I had lost. Like an absent spring.

  2. Luisa: Without slighting any of your amazing variations on MP, I must add my wow for this one. The neck ruff, lordly arrogance, the whetting of sharps and the gunpower pollen: all so nicely suggest Romeo and Juliet, with modern weapons but perhaps the same ending.

    Heavens I love the gunpowder pollen. That’s one sure indicator of a poem’s power: does it change the way you see.

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