Kissing Day Lilies
by Courtney Paige
The air was anticipation and honeysuckle blooms
The sweet breath of early Summer, full of promise and hope
Dew drops collected premonitions under a hymn of birdsong
It was the kind of morning that brings you to your knees
And that is where I found myself, reckoning with the sheer wonder of it all
Drinking down dew drops, desperate with desire
Why do the birds sing?
Biology in its infinite intellect would answer simply,
To fulfill a primal need- to reproduce
But what of the longing that pulses under all of living, that precedes each conception?
Where does it go when the song is over?
And do the birds ever long for the clouds?
An unattainable reprieve, an escape from the necessity of flight
Of the million questions a heart can ask - these are my own
That I have grappled with at dawn
As the sun and I kiss the dew from day lilies