Lilium lancifolium lies back
in a bed we repositioned
last spring under the scorch
of today’s mid-afternoon melt.
In a slow movement that set her
into structure, before the dawn woke
the rest of us, she assumes a position
to demonstrate the perfect pliancy
of her freckled petals and pushes
everything out to be eaten.
Next to her majesty, in the sluggish
shade of a white pot on the worm-
twisting soil, succulents seal in
all they will ever need to survive.
Somewhere in between I, myself,
am planted with all that I hold vital
willingly caged within these ribs
not even I can open while my fears
sway like stamen from this skin
as I pray for the wind to soon
introduce them all to flight.
All words and photos by Damien B Donnelly
2 thoughts on “IN OR OUT”
“Somewhere in between, I, myself am planted…”–I know that feeling all too well.
Always interesting where we end up as opposed to where we saw ourself originally