I’ll Take It

More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out
of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s
almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving
their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate
sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees
that really gets to me. When all the shock of white
and taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leave
the pavement strewn with the confetti of aftermath,
the leaves come. Patient, plodding, a green skin
growing over whatever winter did to us, a return
to the strange idea of continuous living despite
the mess of us, the hurt, the empty. Fine then,
I’ll take it, the tree seems to say, a new slick leaf
unfurling like a fist to an open palm, I’ll take it all.
~Ada Limón  “Instructions on Not Giving Up”

I thought I was empty – hollow and irretrievable – after such a long drawn out winter. Yet here I am, here we are, still among the living and I find I am swept away and useless to accomplish anything else except breathing. 

The landscape is exploding with layers of color and shadow and standing too close, I too am ignited.  It is impossible to witness so much unfolding life and light and not be engulfed and singed.

It lures me outside where flames of green lap about my ankles as I stroll the fields and each fresh breeze fans the fires until I’ve nothing left of myself but ash and shadow.

Consumed and subsumed.  Combusted and busted.

What a way to go.

I’ll take it. I’ll take it all.


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One thought on “I’ll Take It

  1. Me too; I’ll take it — ALL — as is — reminders of our life’s existence at our beginning, as it is, as it was, as it will forever be, according to Divine Plan.

    (Emulating two of our Creator-God’s Seasons).
    The beginning, Spring — the seed, the flowering, the budding of promises of what will be.
    The Fall: the ending (‘dust to dust’),
    Both signs of His gift resembling Nature’s ‘life’ ‘seasons for us…
    The hope at the beginning and what portends the possibilities innate within that precious gift.
    The ending, a compilation (gathering) of all that has been within that once- vibrant living entity —
    The gradual Falling (dissolving, integrating) into the cumulative dust of the earth from which it began — many years of a ‘full” life, or a few years in a life that ceased after a short time (perhaps s within its still-‘budding’ stage — through neglect, abuse, illness, lack of love and companionship, et al.)

    As my deceased father used to remind us as young adults:
    “Tempus fugit. Memento mori.”

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