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,

persist,

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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