Today
I found a dandelion
in the wrong season.
Just the one.
𓇢𓆸
I picked it up
and crinkled it angrily in my palm
before screaming
“How could you do this to me?!”
The sea is the worst.
﹏ᨒ
I started crying
but my palms were sticky
with dandelion seeds and tears.
A few lingered.
𓇢𓇢𓇢 𓇢𓆸
I stretched my palm out
and blew hard towards the water,
far below.
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ
The wind
was blowing in along the cliff,
towards the water, and most of them
got carried away.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝
I pocketed
a lily of the valley
for later, and turned to walk back
towards the
street.
𓇗
It
does not matter
that the river is clear,
if one does not
go
there.
𓂃
It is easy to spend
all of one’s days by the sea
throwing away useful seeds
and collecting poisonous flowers.
They are beautiful
to look at.
𓆉
du prøvde å utslette meg!
jeg
bygger opp igjen
fra de minste frø
og de mest grunnleggende biter
mens du fortsetter å gjøre
det du gjør ~
men gresset mellom havet og elven glemte meg ikke
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊∞︎︎
you tried to obliterate me !
i'm rebuilding
from the smallest of seeds
and the most basic of pieces
meanwhile you keep doing
what you're doing ~
but
the grass between
the ocean and the river
didn't forget about
me
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊∞︎︎
This poem was originally written in November 2021 and added to in April 2024.