White Calla Lilies

               Calla  Lilies


                Early spring creeps
                into my awakening garden,
                and I hook a Calla lily stem
                with my hand,
                to rob the stamen of its creamy
                pollen hovering like small atmosphere
                around its finger planet.
                I rub it on my cheek
                in a sudden ridiculous suburban ritual,
                drawing in some earthly connection.

                A salutation to the security of seasons,
                and terrestrial rhythms,
                among the cement, exhaust,
                and digital screens
                that delineate most days.