There are days where nothing works.
Not forgiveness, not gratitude, not
even an excursion into the silence,
inside, which currently sports a
"Do Not Disturb" sign.
No, nothing works.
Quirks and quandaries cut
like knives while the dismal
drone of the daily quotidian
beats a bad rhythm
in your fragile heart
yearning to stay present,
like I said -
it doesn't work.
Yet amidst the sludge of such
dark sky thoughts, twirling your
life round to the ground like the
spiral of a falling feather, you
sense a nudge, happen to look up
and see that pot of marigolds,
you know, the ones you planted
in the hopes that the sun of
their faces would shine you
back to the bright side of now...
and it does.
Arlene Gay Levine
"Marigolds" won third-place in the 2016 Spirit First Meditation Poetry Contest out of 2,406 entries from around the world.