つ ぼ み Buds
I search in people of varying status
for a seed of humanity.
In some I suspect there to be a bud
and a sun be shining down upon it,
Water be poured out on it,
feeding and nourishing it to greater life.
Others I assume will have matured growth,
singing of the blisses spring has swept along,
reaching to others, spreading its song,
and strengthening those that have yet to bloom.
But then there are those
that I do not understand,
no matter how strong my wish is to know.
Their dirt holds a seed, but the dark overshadows it
and the rain is ...
A Request From Me Of You
Please watch after me
as a caring mother would her child
even after I have long passed on.
Set calla lilies on my grave,
and dust off my gravestone
as I lie below gruesome and lone.
Should I live long and seem ancient
with moles and wrinkles, aches and pains