Saturday, March 15, 2014

Diamonds in the Sun (Poem 348)

It's too sweet:
that bright green tendril,
so delicate, breaking
through the crust of
dry, sandy earth.
It's too simple:
water, air, light,
and one gray speck 
so small my childish 
fingers fumbled for it 
in the wrinkle of flesh 
in my folded palm.
It's too delicate:
The memory of her
smile, her patience,
her joy in the everyday
adventures we shared,
like clambering down
rocky paths to run
on a quiet beach,
like seeing our sweet peas
waving like fairies' flags 
in the brisk Pacific breeze,
like walking along 
a sidewalk glittering with 
mica, and pretending
to be blinded by 
diamonds in the sun.

(c) 2014, by Hannah Six