Poem 20150129

i could write a poem
about the trees i have planted
in my back yard
i can see them from the family room
i can almost see them from
my office
but not from a seated position
i have to stand in the doorframe
and crane my neck
to see the silver sheen
and the spindly avocado

but absent from view are
the lemon and lime trees
the trees i was most excited
to put in the ground

the lemon has blossoms on it now
and reminds me of all the things
in my life that blossom
that swell from a green bud
into the promise of fruit
and finally into the fruit itself

sometimes the fruit is small
or bitter
or ugly
but usually
it is a miracle