Poem for Wednesday and Locust Grove in Bluebell Season

Cypress
By Jane Clarke

Falling in and out
of sleep all night

he suddenly struggles
to sit up.

Will you open the curtains
so we'll see the dawn when it comes?

He gazes out
at the cypress

that in his lifetime
grew higher than the house.

A tree that survived
every winter’s wind;

its trunk ridged
as a raised bed ready for seed,

feathered foliage
set to sprout flower balls,

exposed roots,
worn bare as bones,

branches touching the ground,
forming a haven –

a tree to sit in,
quiet, waiting.

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We had rain for quite a bit of Tuesday, though it stopped long enough for an afternoon walk. I had a pile of work and chores to get done, anyway, so that was fine, other than squirrels who were trying to steal birdseed breaking my pretty glass bird bath, requiring some careful sweeping and taking care of some cut fingertips. My Voyager group watched "Displaced" -- which none of us really remembered, and it started all right but dragged on and got sillier the more we learned. 

Then Paul and I watched The Adam Project, which I'd read had silly science fiction and Ryan Reynolds playing That One Character Played By Ryan Reynolds, which is true, but it also has Mark Ruffalo and Zoe Saldana being charming, an odd Bechdel Test dilemma because of a female character talking to her past self via time travel, and Ryan Reynolds being more Detective Pikachu charming and a little less snark, so I enjoyed it. Bluebell season at Locust Grove yesterday: