The calla lillies are in bloom today. So is the wiseria, and the alstroemeria will be close behind. They are adorned with drops of brightening rain as I unpack boxes in my new home. The transition of seasons is present and utterly welcome. And the transitions in my life are the same.
And so I read Whitman.
In the leaves, he has written:
I ascend from the moon … I ascend from the night
Before I was born out of my mother generations guided meI speak the password primeval … I give the sign of democracyThe sun and the stars that float in the open air … the apple shaped earth and we upon itSurely the drift of them is something grandThe wonders that fill each minute of time foreverI am eternally in love with you, and with all my fellows upon the earth.