Lucky Again
Yesterday today
might never have come but
I’m lucky again
It did and here you are
my bulwark against
a lone sea.
In the garden you began
years ago in our plot of sand
where little grew but wild
strawberries close to the ground,
their tendrils groping dry earth,
we now have hibiscus with blossoms
the size of dinner plates, and day lilies
in colors of all things that make death an illusion.
For years under your baton
we’ve sown our sand with
death’s stuff—
mown grass,
…dry leaves,
……. the remnants of meals,
………….. manure of nearby farms,
……………… until what was dry is lush,
…………………. was empty is full,
………………………. was barren is flush.
Today tomorrow
may never come but here
you are and I am
………………………. lucky again.
by Jim Culleny; August 29, 2009
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