We should all see things so simply…
the basics of bone
the sky unchanging blue
sandhills that endure
despite eroding thighs.
We should remember
these curving shapes
are what we are,
and move with similar precision
toward the light.
Leaves reaching through darkness
crack pale stones,
bear scented strength in secret
until blooming time.
Perhaps we should strive
for their courage
in those acts that need no guidance —
the flamboyant thrust of stamens
up and out of opening petals.
I love the beauty, the simplicity, and the message of this poem titled “Calla Lilies: For Georgia O’Keeffe”, by Jane Candia Coleman from her exquisite collection, “Poetry of the American West: No Roof But Sky”.
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