"You're so tall," they say. "Tall, like bamboo," they say.
And like bamboo
(hunched over, bent by the wind, leaves quivering)
I wait for the typhoon to pass.
But I forget
(as I am pulled and stretched by the gale)
bamboo bends, but does not often break
(like flimsy cherry blossoms
floating and fluttering and leaving the tree
at a breath).
Bamboo bends, then returns to
its full and upright position,
tall and strong and green,
growing toward the sky.Labels: Poems |
Name: Ruthie