PART OF WHERE THE POEM CAME FROM
Emotions: Calm, frustration, joy
Memory: A beautiful boat full of plants and flowers docked near our place. Walking along the pier several times, past that boat, and feeling how very quiet it was.
WELCOME TO A NEW DAY
If the cherry tree were in blossom like this always,
maybe we would not weep at the losses
How a boat moored in the harbour is
quiet now. A friend inside it, or not
eats dumplings, sips soup, sleeps away
from the people she loves in case
too closely on their soft skin,
too near to be safe
she kills them.
A white bloom is sudden, a shock
of life, like birth, like the birth
of a little girl
in my arms, something uncertain
and beautiful as a cloud
or the sun
triumphant from behind
a cloud. “Welcome to the world”
I told her
welcome to a new day.
And now, two people in dinosaur
suits rush past on
when the rest of the world
has stopped moving.