Yoga Poetry: Surprise Lilies

Yoga Poetry:  Surprise Lilies

Green shots, pink ribbons

in the alley lining the dumpster,

or sidewalking the driveway

around the broken lawn mowers.

Past moving out date, before school buses,

they come anyway in the open slash

between the heat that levels us

and the storms behind the horizon.

When you don’t know, when you’re lost

when there’s nowhere to stand,

there they are, never bent

or expected. They thrive on what

you’ve forgotten about, given away

or never used. They love fences

but don’t need them, take attention

but would go on regardless.

They come on their own terms, a slip

of life writing to life: wake up,

stop being so predictable, go outside

in the middle of the night when the air

is lush and almost cool, and look.

Don’t worry about enough for once.