As a result of for those who can survive
the violet night time, you may survive
the subsequent, and the fig tree will ache
with sweetness for you in daylight that arrives
first at your window, quietly pawing
even when you may’t stand it,
and also you’ll heavy the whining floorboards
of the home you crammed with animals
as harm and misplaced as you, and the bearded irises will kind
totally of their roots, their golden manes
swaying with the need of spring—
stay, stay, stay, stay!—
in the future you’ll put your arms within the earth
and perceive an afterlife isn’t promised,
however the spray of scorpion grass retains rising,
and the canines will sing their complete our bodies
in reward of you, and the redbuds will lay
down their pink crowns, and the rivers
will set their stones and ribbons
at your door if solely
you’ll let the world
soften you with its touching.
This poem has been excerpted from the gathering You Are Right here, edited by Ada Limón.
