Protea

 

Today begins in sunlight and blossoms.

A wing sweeps the desert.

Eggs boil on the stove.

Swords burst from plants.

I am still alive, surprised

at the rattle of the lampshade,

the knocking of eggs in the pot,

a constant drift of buttery blossoms

onto the patio where they're scattered

by lizards. All night, the star 

above the rooftop shone like an idea. 

Now it's gone. Only once have I seen 

a mountain lion backlit, moonlit,   

until she vanished into the forest 

and became an absence on the night road. 

From the remains of stars, new stars 

arise. Helium deep in their cores

keeps them from collapsing.

We could so easily fold and die.

Protea: Three red and three yellow,

mutable, with corollas of silver

remind me to watch as something  

luminous approaches, as something changes 

before my startled eyes.

 

Geraldine Connolly is a native of western Pennsylvania and the author of four full-length collections, mostly recently, Aileron (Terrapin Books, 2018). Read more.


“Protea” was first published in Geraldine Connolly’s book Aileron (Terrapin Books, 2018).

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