Hoping for blossoms

This one is for Trish , because for her now is not one of those times that death is “nowhere near the background.” Send her your thoughts, your prayers, your hope, because we all need that from other people sometimes. I can’t even begin to imagine facing what she’s facing, what her parents are facing, what her brother is facing. Twenty-somethings should not be diagnosed with brain tumors. That is just not right. I feel as adolescently rageful at G-d as I did when I was 15, and learned that a friend had been killed instantly driving back from the coast, after their car skid on some gravel by the side of the road.

From “Blossoms”
by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. Tr


~ by realsupergirl on April 9, 2008.

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