I feel like I’m on stage, ready to read a scene.
There’s no one to give me my cues,
or to take cues from me.
Reason says, the loyalty I gave you
is just a crumpled piece of paper.
I keep smoothing it out.
I love how the crocus comes back first
every year. No gardener needed.
Is persistence weakness, or strength?
I wanted to do something old – fashioned,
like give you a lock of my hair,
or keep a lock of yours.
I can’t keep from coming back every year
without betraying myself.
Mary McKeel, North Carolina, USA