Bluebells
Like a student sit-in
they arrive one morning
taking over every open space
between the cottonwood
and the creek, straight-backed
at first, until the force of bearing
all that pollen catches
up with them. They’ll droop
like Washington interns,
but for now let’s marvel
at such magic, the ground
glowing violet with imagination.
Soon enough, after the bees
of industry have drained their light,
and the river sweeps the banks clean,
we’ll forget how in the morning
they captured sunlight
and showed us how to use it.
GRANT CLAUSER’s sixth poetry book, Temporary Shelters, is forthcoming from Cornerstone Press. Read more.