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.