After the Blossoms Fall

After the Blossoms Fall

 

I believe that God loves me in an absurdly special way;

And since I am so loved, I am occasionally exempted

From abiding by the laws of biology, even physics.

 

I presume a divine commitment

To the well-being of my delusions

And the realization of my desires,

 

And I too often confuse faith with hope

And divine will with the ambitions

Of my self-serving universe.

 

So, I grabbed my camera and headed to the waterfront

Where all the cherry trees grow along River Street,

Even though I had no idea if the cherry trees

Were still blossoming in vernal glory.

 

They were a few days ago, so why not today?

 

But that day, the sun had not been made to stand still.

The blossoms had already fallen, and I ended up

Chatting with an angry tour boat captain

Who said he was done hauling dopes

Around Borman’s Island for nickels

And had no interest in trees

Or the hopes of another.

 

He was a very bitter guy who seemed on the verge

Of giving up on things altogether �" Forever.

 

And I think he was tempted

To kick me in the nuts just for noticing that.

He also hated his fat, lazy, “c**k-eyed, partner,”

Which I took as a sign and the inspiration for a poem.