The Landing Poem by Luningning Minguez

The Landing

There’s that daisy facing the sun
With two little morning daisies right
There. just right there…
I haven’t seen them…
I haven’t.
But I can see through my mind
And where does under these weeds
I wanted to be at… just be here
And somehow my old almond butterfly
might find where under these weeds lay
Chrysanthemum.
Where did Emerald, Nimbus, Bernie
And Passion… they did.
And all they want was look at
Such petals and blooming petals
And smell and feel…. And greet morning sunrays
Where I stood…
Where under these weeds I am at
Where, there, now.
I see a part and some part of dancing daisies
A big one and small ones…
Which I see but I haven’t seen
And old almond butterfly flies around…
And from the other side of the moon
There he approaches
Where would he stop and rest?
Where would he fly around and lay his colorful wings?
And from under the arms of these weeds
Heavy, smooth and small rocks beside…
Does he? Would he? I could see… but he may or may not.
5/7/2015
Luningning Minguez