Wild Iris

Today I notice them

In the boggy dry reeds

I question if they were there

Yesterday, pushing in

As if the reeds invited them this afternoon

As a grandmother invites

Her grandchild to tea

Both sipping the same earthy brew

For these moments of delicate commingling-

An Intimacy of proximity

cups & saucers tinkling,

biscuits & marmalade dunking,

sugar & cream swirling

Bright & eager hands reaching

over the weathered & contented

Before the wild child leaps from the table

Spilling out in a whirl onto the lawn

As the sated elder quietly nods off

in her porch chair for the afternoon

The earthy tea table forming

A fleeting union

Yet a forever belonging

in the boggy roots

Blessed be the fleeting moments

That create love for a lifetime