On my walk I notice a hint of yellow
on the arched branches of forsythia
that grow over an old rock wall—
the stones handpicked for fit
not a wink of daylight between them.
The mind can be tricky.
When I woke up this morning,
I forgot for a moment
there was a pandemic
in the way sometimes at first light
I forget that my father is dead.
This wall is a kind of memorial
to a lost world— its stones
formed thousands of years ago.
I walk by it and tell myself
everything will be fine
once the forsythia’s
yellow blossoms crown.
The phrase, “memorial to a lost world,” is attributed to University of Connecticut geology professor, Robert M. Thorson.
Image: “New Forsythia Blossom on a Rainy Morning” by slgckgc, licensed under CC 2.0.