as spring daffodils lean reaching heads sunward,
turn your rain-stained face toward me.
sunflowers, daisies, shamrocks — aching for some distant light…
your sun, your radiant heat I’ll be.
even in looming dark, under pregnant clouds, obscured by curling fog,
they know the precise angle of aim;
you’ll find me here, perched beam in a steady old-growth tree,
waiting for your uplifted gaze.
their opening petals yawn wide
as your eyes, searching for an outstretched ray.
a blind kind of faith, the flowers and you;
when life has led you astray…
just turn your chin to the shelter of sky,
and you’ll find me there shining your way.
~ Em C.
She would not be a willing witness
To his inevitable shipwreck fate
Despite the warnings, he sailed away
Straight into that electric storm
She threw him buoys and rings and ropes
He followed the siren’s song
Throngs of others hollered
From the edges of the dock
“Watch out for hidden dangers
For weeds and toxic spots
Eating at your hull
Rotting your heart and guts”
She opted not to jump in after
When the effort to save him failed
She would not watch him sink
Not flounder, nor succumb
The messages were clear
The traps ahead laid bare
The storm drew him in
Its magnetic lure
But if he manages to survive
She’d meet him back on shore
She’d dry his tears and provide for him
Her shoulder upon which to moor
~ Em C.