Friday, January 7, 2011

Umbrella Plants

Why is the partition divided for thee?

Umbrella plants in somber autumn’s room
Mistake themselves for ancient furniture,
But mean to mirror seasons' more secure
Reassurances – how summers resume
Endlessly in squat terra cotta pots.
Leaves that rise will fall. A shadow’s life sustained
Leavens daylight’s entrances – as unfeigned
And inevitable as our own exits.
Pre-possessive creatures, we make our terms
Lie in dusty corners, sheltered in fear.
As we look at death, though, – its cold room confirms
Nature's not potted like a plant – no more
Than Thamar’s womb, enclosing Juda’s house,
Sought to thin the blood of her father-spouse.

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