Friday, January 31, 2014

Blue Jacket (Poem 305)

It is enough that you closed 
the door, which had only ever 
been ajar to begin with.
It is enough that you prefer 
smooth, succulent new growth, 
I, ancient redwood groves. 
It is enough that you chose 
to turn, laughing, toward those 
who do not know how long 
you took to buy 
one black jacket.

You will tell the story of 
the door you closed, though 
you will say it opened. 
You will learn to love the fruits 
of summer, not only their 
fragrant spring blossoms.  
You will turn, laughing, toward 
those who know how long 
you took to buy 
one blue jacket. 

It must be enough that they, 
not I, will be there.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six




(In the interest of full disclosure: This poem is adapted from an original poem I wrote in 2011.)