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Joy
Joy
Poetry

I have been wondering
what the morning glories
know. Is it envy
that compels these vines
to strangle other flowers
arising in their path?

Or perhaps self-preservation,
to climb these walls, forsaking
humbler beings, winding
greedy stems around the trellis
in their hungry pursuit of light.

Still, every morning,
basking in their spiral shadows,
I want to believe it is something more

this fevered yearning
to open purple flowers,
yield bold-throated Glorias
to the sun,
and in the blaze of afternoon
curl petals softly into shyness.

And every morning, I plead
with the dew-moist buds
to know their secret joy:
to open and close without holding,
to surrender all to light,
to sing
I am completely yours
over and over again.

 

About the Author

  • Terri Pahucki is a member of the Unitarian Universalist (UU) Congregation at Rock Tavern, New York. She is a contributor to Falling into the Sky: A Meditation Anthology , edited by Abhi Janamanchi and Abhimanyu Janamanchi (Skinner House, 2013). Falling into the Sky: A Meditation...

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