Petals and Roots

Eric Greinke & Alison Stone

The storm shifted slightly, pummeling

the neighboring village. That and a fortune cookie

implied that we were having good luck,

that our feng shui was impeccable, our bearing regal.

So why did the begonias droop and an odd

foreboding hang over the table?

Were they aware of something that we weren’t?

Was it karma, fate or luck?

Perhaps some past misdeeds crawling

up from guilt's sewer, or

maybe they were victims of over-watering.

Maybe tomorrow another storm will come, to

test the gods' good will, confirming our favor

or hammering us with the icy bite of

a Plutonian spasm. Snow storms in

the Milky Way head our way, evidence

of cosmic inattention to our desires,

or perhaps a test of fortitude. Too easy

for the colors of the heavens

to reflect the dark human soul.

Too hard to cling to calmness as precipitation

batters the roof, our equanimity fickle

as an Arizonian monsoon, flooding the

desert with unexpected flotsam and jetsam. 

Too human to greet fortune's turns with

clenched teeth and the opposite of prayer.

Wild lilies smile in sunlight.

By night they dream of running.

The thick sky covers them in

all luck's colors, blended

into shifting spectrums for our hungry eyes.

They may know something that we don’t,

may know how to ride fortune's crests

with their petals open, roots intact.




Nonfiction
Poetry

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Petals and Roots
Eric Greinke Alison Stone

Fiction