sill

sill

in younger times
i tended flowers on a sill
sunbathers on the white beech
every day the glass was like water
they grew towards me inch by inch
could i have known?
my house chokes on green
first petals in relief
sharp as the teeth of the fly-traps that make my bed
clear as the window's pain shining
                                           against the morning
         light rings
in the cambrium keep time, remembering that
i grew the life that sat on a sill
and made this room a church
i gave no thought to decorum,
idled in the sun alone with them
i paid no taxes, never worked a day
answered to no man and killed
hours with ink and paper
i tended flowers on a sill
they grew towards me inch by inch
aren't they lovely today?