Eyesight

Morna Rhys

Eyesight


It was May before my
attention came
to spring and


my word I said
to the southern slopes
I've

missed it, it

came and went before
I got right to see:


don't worry, said the mountain,
try the later northern slopes
or if


you can climb, climb
into spring: but
said the mountain


it's not that way
with all things, some
that go are gone


A.R. Ammons


It isn't true this year. I haven't missed it. In fact, I was waiting for it, and it seemed to take longer than it should to get here. I think we're a month behind - could be I'm wrong, but that's the impression I have. 

And still, it is passing too fast. The cherry blossoms are beginning to fall, the daffodils and tulips are ragged. Like Ammons says, we could climb higher up the mountain to a colder level and find spring at an earlier stage, we could go North and search for the same, and we could find the place where the blooms are beginning, the buds are not yet open. 

This poem is a bit of a twist to the heart, though.  

"Some things that go are gone".

Ouch.