April Fools’ Day

a poem by
RITA A. SIMMONDS | Mother + Poet


 

This poem is a reflection of one particular April Fools’ Day when I had to ask myself how someone could love me so much when I was not receptive to that love.

THIS morning
I thought you a fool,
laying your life out flat
into my hand,
never to be taken up again.
How I can think such petty thoughts
of your hidden greatness,
and still you halt not
your subtle and complete miracle.
If you truly are
who you say you are,
who am I to be given
the power to disregard?

Tonight
you visited me again,
making your flattened gift of this morning
animated,
three-dimensional,
your arms like large wings
fanning the aridity of my room.
Your brown eyes
perfect pleading circles
turning in emphatic face,
seeing what you know I don’t,
hoping to budge this obstacle that won’t.

I wonder why you pick and pry
at pinched hearts,
why you enter walls that
package and store massive blocks of amputated hopes,
why you offer your face and arms,
will and charms
to arms that won’t embrace.
Why not regard such disregard
and leave my room?

You are the fool who fears not death
nor sealed tomb.    

 
 
Photograph by Alex Robert