This week’s final creator is Robin Smith-Johnson again with her piece “Transfiguration”
“to breathe becomes a flower
startling beyond the mouth.”
-Cid Corman
As I watch
petals falling
(a multi-colored flower arrangement
dying on the diningroom table)
colors react with light
producing a gold filament:
the flowers become scraps
drying, falling, scattered
(light striking
a prism in the window:
explosion).
This is my mind
trying to keep a balance,
failing & letting insights
and snatches of beauty
(a friend in shadow
her eyes a swatch of dark —
troubled, solitary)
build.
The petals drift
as moments –
unconnected, transient.
In the quiet mornings,
I wish to become a living thing
rooted in soil:
a plant opening, settling,
accepting light.
Sea Change 