a poem a day in the month of may
(The Liminality Journal: Kaitlin Curtice)
In the morning, you
glory — unfurling into
full bloom at sun’s light.
***
A common flower,
not showy,
persistent in your travels,
wending, winding,
climbing, sometimes binding,
easy to overlook
the glory of your
persistent opening
to the light.
You prefer a balanced soil,
not too much light —
12 hours will do nicely —
lest your bloom curl inward,
shriveling from toomuchsun.
Your cousin opens
to the moon,
unfurling in the dusk,
basking through the night
until touched
by morning dew.
I am opening
to an inner light,
a radiance, a spark
of glory
born before i came to be
and now unfurling
in words
and images,
and tenderness.
A Streak of Teal 