April Afternoon
by Nancy Arbuthnot

    On this windy April afternoon
    cherries in full bloom and hemlock bowing

    and bamboo bending as the zen proverb
    tells us we should learn to do;

    on this afternoon I lie on the couch
    watching clouds pass

    and think, first, of that almost other world
    the wind comes from, cold circle of the pole,

    waves slushing icy shores year after millions of years,
    no one to hear but the migrant birds

    and sea lions who slip from their caves
    on the coast to follow cold currents north--

    and then I consider that other world,
    wherever it is, that we all disappear into,

    and resolve not to rise from the couch
    but to savor

    this moment of wind and blossoms falling.

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