Consider the Sunflowers

Hurtling down the highway

encased in Volvo and rock n’roll,

plucked from the slowly blossoming morning in a sunny garden

by urgent appointments ticking impatiently in the coastal fog,

I consider the sunflowers.

What if I could live as a human helianthus?

Accomplishing my purposes

without hurry or rush,

turning my huge head at the speed of sun’s smooth journey

across the summer sky.

Once a succulent cotyledon,

I will become a winter meal for jays.

July 2009