IN ORDINARY TIME
In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on. Robert Frost
Year after year we await forsythia,
to see brilliant yellow
florets like tiny fireworks. I spy
peony’s purple velvet
fronds in quiet explosion.
But since I’ve been alive
there’s been a back story that competes
with each emergent spring.
A black story that drains color from the sky.
(Do you know the story
about the accidents, the nuclear accidents?)
Soon I expect to see day lily, lilac,
viburnum’s miniature burgeoning bouquets
The story also begins
in New Mexico, nineteen forty-five
the Soviet Union and Japan,
then Baneberry at Yucca Flat
and Three Mile Island
and Zaragoza Spain,
and Tokaimura Japan
Ordinarily it’s true, crocus, jonquil and quince quietly
arrive live flourish
no accident life
ordinarily that’s true.
Jean Cassidy, 2004
Photo Credit: David Clode