you missed the spring in Rockport

dear one
you missed the spring in Rockport
the white shad and cherry blossoms cloud about the tops
of
bold wet tree trunks
sprouting from a greening ground, and
yellow daffodils, yellow marsh marigolds, yellow forsythia, yellow tulips,
indigo scilla
warm air opens windows to
birdsong dawns
Atlantic's roar
the seagulls sweep and soar above
the air smells of earth, sea, oxygen

dear one
I missed your pain
I was blind to the woman you were
still dazzled by the child you had been

dear one
bodhisattva
you are gone so soon
what can be learned
from this aching

(4/10)

Ann-Patrice Hickey