Friday, April 28, 2006

A Poem Written Under A Blossoming Cherry Tree

Acceptance or Despair?

Here, where the blossoms weigh heavy
A young man rolls up his jeans
And runs barefooted to catch a ball
I threw almost thirty years ago
In a far away park
Before the leaves began to fall.

Here, where the blossoms weigh heavy
No branch will reach where she lays her head,
Heavy with the sleep of lost years,
With too much time breaking stones of care
Instead of admiring their rugged beauty
Washed smooth by the water’s wear.

Here, where the blossoms weigh heavy
The letting go is all too near or far.
The summer flowers will all be shed
With the bare limbed trees naked in the breeze.
We will search for wisdom
In a branch’s twist or a broken twig.

Here, where the blossoms weigh heavy
Young men run, after knock of ball on bat –
An early summer sun lightens all –
Goodbyes are now last winter’s frosts,
All melted into nothing, vanished into air –
The other side of acceptance is despair.



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