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Sunflowers on My Desk

August 14, 2012

 

The sunflowers wave their heads around like girls and boys
with unkempt hair and short attention spans.
'look, here! look, there!' they say,
as if anyone is listening.
They are unattended, like children
at a Grown-ups party, left to themselves, and unruly. 

The Grown-ups are off discussing the serious work
of Politicians and the new Book Someone has written.
Someone is important and has won some prizes
and also is serving on a Panel which is also part of a Colloquy
on dystopian urban fiction. It is Grim business.

The sunflowers do not care. They say
'the wind is in the trees and the tree branches are waving
their arms. they're waving their arms at us.'
Next they see a bird, a splash of red like a patch off a cotton jacket.
Then a squirrel chases another squirrel in a mad tarentella.

The Grown-ups do not even notice. They are pouring
Wine and muttering about the Economy, both of which are bad--
the Wine because the host has little knowledge and less taste,
but it is better than nothing. The Economy is bad
for all the obvious reasons.

The sunflowers turn golden-fringed faces upward now
where geese form their drum-and-bugle V
and clouds scud across the blue like surrealist tramcars.
'it is all so beautiful!' they say, 'the whole show!'
But they are left unattended, with their unkempt hair
and short attention spans and no one hears them.

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I'm a writer, yoga teacher, Lutheran pastor, and music nerd living in New York. I find a feast in daily living - most days, anyway - and write about it here. 

Finalist for the 2017 Chautauqua Prize!
The frank and funny story of a church-geek girl who spent twenty years in the ecclesiastical trenches as a Lutheran pastor, preaching weekly words of hope she wasn’t sure she even believed.