Wednesday, March 30, 2011

No Time to Think

 I am feeling very ungrounded from to many work commitments.  April is just jam packed with obligation.  I long to be horizontal.
I Am Vertical by Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

I saw this greenhouse when I drove South over Spring Break. It catches my eye whenever I go by it.  I think I want it

1 comment:

  1. Yikes! I hate the busy times in education...our big time was always getting everyone screened and in services by Dec. 1 for funding.