Trusting Spring

by Iolanda Scripca

I don’t have time to watch it more
- the crooked clock of ironed past -
I don’t believe I can feel spring
Unless I grab your hand and jump

Together in the blossom maze
Perhaps we bring ourselves alive
In poison-free redwoods up north
And secret Jacaranda wonders.

If eyes don’t open - I understand
You don’t need them to see our Heaven
But bear with me for falling seconds
And hope cocoons will burst and open

I sprout again through solid pavement
Against the reconstruction site
And I do know I can bring spring
Together with your warmth from Heaven.