I Try Not to Consider the Lilies
I try not to consider the lilies
or think of how they are arrayed
because I know that they are greater
than any earthly king.
Because when I do consider the lilies
I toil and spin in ways I’m not supposed to
Because I can’t want them and
I’m not allowed to have the others
so I burn in the fields as I’m asked
so that I don’t ask any more questions.
And you ask me not to be anxious
A Hunt for Morning Glories
I am greedy because I want to share
a hunt for morning glories.
Each flower blooms and dies within
the same day, so we must find the ones
we love the most in the mornings
before they disappear.
There is no hurry or worry, however,
because even as the flowers grow and wither,
the vines will continue to twine
up the hills and hay bales,
blossoming a new flash of
brilliance each day.
It could be a whole day,
following the crisscross trails
of snails and slugs that shimmer
in the sunlight, writing in a language
we will never know, to a flower
that will never show its mournful
face again.
I am greedy for these flowers
but I will never be able to share them with you.
