gloss for impatient lovers

Gloss for Impatient Lovers

I like a leafing-out by increments—
not bolting bloom, in sudden heat begun.
Life’s sweetest savored in the present tense.
I like to watch the shadows pack their tents.
--Robyn Sarah, “Villanelle for a Cool April”

I like a leafing-out by increments—
the pregnant swell of aspen buds before
they each unclench their small brown fists and pour
green licks into the air, like monuments
to patience, like slowly opened doors.
I like a leafing out by increments,

not bolting bloom, in sudden heat begun.
I like to savor pleasure leisurely—
a hint of yes, a swoon of we-shall-see.
The truth of the imagination runs
on thirst. It thrives when there’s no guarantee,
no bolting bloom in sudden heat begun.

Life’s sweetest savored in the present tense.
The mind, it wants to sprint ahead, to know
what happens next. And next. It says, “Although
these buds look promising, intelligence
suggests it still could frost.” And that is so.
Life’s sweetest savored in the present tense.

I like to watch the shadows pack their tents
when love resists the guessing mind, decides
to trust what is. And bright as green inside
spring buds, love leafs out in slow increments.
I sip on warmth and let reluctance slide.
I like to watch the shadows pack their tents.

--Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

xxx
un abrazo fuerte and love to all.

a potted plant

A Potted Plant

I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.
And at night I let my pet the moon
Run freely into the sky meadow.
If I whistled,
She would turn her head and look at me.
If I then waved my arms,
She would come back wagging a marvelous tail
Of stars.
There are always a few men like me
In this world
Who are house-sitting for God.
We share His royal duties:
I water each day a favorite potted plant
Of His--
This earth.
Ask the Friend for love.
Ask Him again.
For I have learned that every heart will get
What it prays for
Most.

--Hafez