In the Eye of the Beholder
This path of tree ferns, regal fronds,
reach fondly for each other,
their beauty lush, careless
of what they shelter:
a doe and her yearling
Steller's jay searching a mate
and us, lurching toward something new,
some beauty that has escaped us all these years.
Each morning we waken to the beautiful path
and the doe and the yearling and remember
the tree ferns in their native New Zealand,
or Haleakala perfected by protea,
whose spiked fingers
curved in cacophonous colors,
remember Sedona sunsets rouged by red rocks,
or the peculiar beauty of tidal pools, sluiced
with green moss and studded with starfish and urchins,
remember when we were limber and lithe
as the wild ponies on Assateague, filled
with the beauty of possibility.
your body and mine
creased by years of living
and sheltered by the fronds of the tree ferns,
your elegant hands studded with age spots,
my arms with pockets of skin.
See now another kind of beauty.
Yvonne Pearson is the author of the picture book Sadie Braves the Wilderness (MN Historical Society Press, 2017). Her poetry has appeared in Talking Stick, Main Street Rag, Wolf Head Quarterly, Open to Interpretation, Chrysalis, Sidewalks, Literary Mama, and other publications. She has received a Loft Creative Non-Fiction Award, the Loft’s Shabo Award in children’s literature, a Minnesota State Arts Board grant, and won several poetry contests.