April flowers

April flowers

April
the month of
unmitigated possibility.
when clocks
move in frames
impervious to time.
when my favorite jewel
celebrates her new re
birth into limitless opportunity.
when blossoms herald
exit of lion and lamb
and entrance of regality.
when months of waiting
of hoping working wishing
lead to these moments
when brilliance pauses suddenly
hot blades sear them permanently
in the cold of time.
April,
the
days
when i remember
i was there, so i
unlock the chains
around my broom closet
display the contents
to you
hidden taskmasters
still asking for brick without straw
waters waiting to uncover dry land
napkin postcards where the i's
are dotted with cocoa stains

you whisper
its okay.
we're free now.
it's april.