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Holly Thompson-III

Lotus Wanting


why is it that we want so much

to believe in the sound of lotus

buds clicking open at dawn


as if the blooming, momentous

act all its own, there on a tilting

stalk rising from mud beneath


a pond now crowded with aerial

leaves all tipping and waving, even

bejeweled with orbs of rainwater,


as if the opening of petals to sky

and gentle closing at dusk would

somehow be enhanced if, in addition


to this gift of blossom from a plant

that may have lived not decades

but centuries, rhizome to rhizome


there were a definite

just-audible pop