Is there a word to describe these dandelions – exploding
the canvas of varied greens with their
temporary yellow splendor – and what they do to the path
of our attention?
Striking is too evocative of human violence
which they are antithetical to – if anything
disarming might be more appropriate
calling as they do for a laying down of weapons
a silencing of weed-whackers.
Dazzling is too shallow and self-congratulatory,
compelling is not untrue but lacks
some element of delight – while
delighting wants a necessary depth.
Revelatory I appreciate for its invocation
of god and merriment both,
but I’ll admit it is a bit much, even for me.
What is the word for something made from dirt
that is also the brightest thing ever seen by a goldfinch
except its mate?
What is the word for something that stirs in us
a ravenous desire for what is vital, a hunger
to breathe in the seeds of the dying
and let a dandelion grow in each of our lungs,
creating for us our own oxygen
as long as we stand with mouths stretched
upward to let in the sun?