Poem for April 1
Lying flat on the grass,
Crushing the blades
I am a bookmark between
The earth and all that is above.
â€œYou are not looking UP,â€
I once read. â€œImagine you can
Step out into the stars. All the
Universe is in front of you.â€
All the universe â€” the sun which is a
Star; and greater suns indeed, also stars,
And the moons which are just rocks like
Gravel scattered between the flagstones.
The landscapers moved the daffodils.
â€œGive them some water. Theyâ€™ll perk back up.â€
Just so with this grass beneath me.
Those ants I laid poison for in the living room: not so lucky.
Sometime this week, the men will come to tear out the yuccas.
The women will carve out the daisies.
A redbud tree waits at the nursery to be adopted;
Legions of utility workers attend my yard with blue and yellow spray.
I lay on the grass
My sprained ankle rests akimbo.
I gaze up and plan a shutter painting party as clouds drift by.
In the nearest slice of sun
The dog drops her head and sighs.