In Search of Sunflowers

 

Artistic Image by Morysetta

Some days are harder than others.

The heart grows tired of carrying its weight.
It needs a gentler song.

These are the last three things that happened:

I watered the kale sprouts on the windowsill

and turned them towards the light.

The spring rain tapped on the skylight;

I watched the droplets sliding down.

You didn't call.

I love stories about overcoming:

light over darkness, transcendence
over circumstance.
But now,

all I want is a story about kindness:

helpers rising up to care for refugees,

brave folk going into danger to rescue

abandoned animals, sunflowers

sprouting up everywhere online,

the symbol of bravery and never
giving up.

My heart is faltering.
It needs a cup of tea
and six or seven sweet words.
I need to put some hope

into a poem,

find a sunflower to put
on my desk by the window,
turn its face towards the sun.

I can't help it. I'll never get over making

everything such a big deal.

Wild Writing inspired by "A Good Story" and "The Last Thing" by Ada Limon. The italicized words are hers. For Carrie at The Sunday Muse.