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Blossoms
There are days we live
From “Blossoms” by Li-Young Lee
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
I have a secret path in the park where I walk. On the way to the secret path (which is secret because I like to think it is hidden, not because no one knows about it), there is a small peach orchard.
There is a rhythm to the orchard. I don’t know what happens in the fall in the orchard. (I am too busy looking at the magnificent color of falling leaves.) In the winter, the trees rest. In the spring, the trees blossom, and the peaches begin to form. In the summer, the orchard sings of sweetness. The blossoms burst, and the peaches taste of juice and joy. The ebb and flow, the falling apart and coming back together, the everyday chaos that can easily hijack everyday life doesn’t matter as much. I will stop and taste the sweetness of life in general. I will jump from joy to joy, wing to wing, blossom to blossom.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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