by Marion McCready
When the March snow fell, the monkey puzzle tree
hallelujahed in the neighbour's garden.
Invisible bushes, ignored
like the homeless in Buchanan Street,
filled out suddenly, became three-dimensional animals
supplicating on either side of the road.
Like a jellyfish bell, the satellite dish hovered
above a long-empty house.
When the snow fell, the narcissi in the garden
bore the weight of fallen clouds.
I saved five for my crystal blue vase.
I picked five narcissi, explored their petals
with my lips. The petals overlap
in a circle of hands, each one laying
across another. Five narcissi in a crystal blue vase
became five hearts beating simultaneously.
The next day, the snow melted. The unexpected safari
became an ordinary street again.
But the narcissi in the window burn brighter;
orange and yellow hot air balloons.
They carry me out of this winter.