In Courtesy To A Flower Myth

In Celebration Of Flower Myth

Under the mounds of sand and clay
the ground broke.
the pianist's fingers lightly touched
and then glided across the board.
the tall pines and oaks
shivered in the sheer thrill.
Somewhere near their feet
a little bulb
of energy and light
was breaking the rim of the wholesome earth, and the earth was celebrating
a birth of a life
Tenderness incarnate bristled forth
on a defiant fragile note
a little stem carried a little bud,
shaded and folded between two little leaves,
and inside its heart lay a bed of dormant seeds,
a bed of pollen waiting for the fingers of the sun
to force open their secret deed and cast to the wind ,
the thousand seeds with tousled hair.
Away into another land, under another sky,
on a dark fortnight with an absent moon
a seed will go to sleep
until another fortnight will stir it out of sleep.
In another part of the earth the pianist's notes will sing and blend
the blue with the white and another flower bloom.
The myth of the flower will break its code.





Image Courtesy Anna del Valle Marti


Paul Klee   "Flower Myth"